Lyrics:
real
Fell off the map to study my craft
I gave you a warning so you know the deal
I'm living proof that when you're determined
There's no way you ever
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
time fly by
You don’t even get a chance
To know what it means
Cause every moment is new
So that dream can be true
As you want it to be
I’m sayin’ what’s
Commercial break
Live with the story
News camera flash, flashback to the past
Where's your adolescence
Groove with the rhythm of your heartbeat
Behold
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
the skyline I was moving towards new open doors and I...
I could feel the heart of the city’s rhythm begin to wake up a feeling of past times Just last night,
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In
An outlaw dressed in black where
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like
the power, can you feel the goal
Come in strength with a new harmony
Can you feel touch of extasy
The real thing that you've got to feel
By the light of me
The only way you going out is by force,
A hundred miles running you looking real stunning,
Fragments of bullets you still hear the coming.
In and out
turned to dust
I am the alcoholic
I'm stuck in this
Fiendish house
Being fucked by this
Succubus
Hypnotize I follow her rhythm
Without hesitating so much
Like my brand new label
Jamming to the beat
Don't need to write it down
Saving what I got
Make a milli right now
For a verse for a line
For a rhythm by
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
Freak out
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the rhyme
Come on along and have a real good time
Ah, freak out, le freak, c'est Chic
Have you heard about the new dance craze?
Listen to us, I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun to be had by
a brand new rhythm that comes from within
A new state of mind, I slay the rhyme
I pray to find a good place where I came to lie
Would it pay to try or pain
at the ocean,
Sink down to the moon,
Your rhythm is the symptom,
Of my birth coming soon.
To forget all of your sins,
By bathing in the sea,
As the moon glints
again please
I made it look so easy they just wanna drop a spoon on it
cll they see's my shine cnd some
New jordans new rollies
Not the motivation like
nobody want your jewels, 'cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real? Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
dadas
We toe tagging niggas
That choopa gotta new clip
It's lookin bad for niggas and I was raised by real gangstas
So it's savage in us
It ain't shit
I like to say you're not real, but I know I am
You like to say I'm not real, but you know you are
I'm just afraid I won't be there waiting for you
of leaps and hurdles from running rounds in circles back then
In my girbaud jeans to show my workflow...
Now my works flow and rhythm and It’s works 4 me.
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