Lyrics:
dickheads
Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red
My office hours are from 9 to 5, while you avoid the party I make it live
The fellas nod
your rhyme is just ???, so yo, don't front
Juke Box the undisputed power house on the scene
Representin 5th Ward, not Hollis, Queens
But if you know
town
Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down
There's cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map
From the level of where I'm at when
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
Like that song by SWV
Girl you got me so weak
I get weak
In the knees
I can hardly speak
S-W-V
Girl that's what you do to me
S-W-V
Girl that's what you
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
on me I’m not even your king’s size
Flow thru
You F with me you take an L (FL)
It’s only logic that you know that I’m a pro too (protools)
I dont
town
Neglecting the laws of gravity, I'm not coming down
There's cops on the ground, that look like dots on a map
From the level of where I'm at when
The muck went abacus on labor persperator official biz when auditioning demos by which to live.
No whammies, stop.
Triple six game never chose me.
the domeâ??
You're not a lone, this world is stocked with clones
And my dear Watson's are coming to bite a style near you
You best for sure lock your homes
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
home
Wishing time would spin real slow
Yeah nothing's the same without you oh no
Chorus
Bridge I'm not a guy with nothing to do
But there's nothing
to bathe soon
Kicked with it my mama
Found a hobby in the weight room
Looking at the time on my phone
It's getting late
Cool
But it's only 5 AM
My mama
to excite you
Here's a preview of our latest debut
What's coming next, don't try to answer cause you ain't got a clue
You could bite (but it's not wise) all
3-2 zone
It's impossible, jail, the people's home
Uh, I'm rollin' up trees, I can smoke on
Sippin' on codeine, hop a oxycodone
V-fog the car, bitch, we
the rest of you
To arrive to shed the destitute
Mind state supplied by life
He said what? He's telling all of
His boys that I can't rhyme
Then I guess
Cartier rings that was iced out
A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot
Told me to meet him at the studio 5 O'clock
Try'na get to the studio picked up
forever
Can't be played
By the lie that's rhymed
I can't be fit
Into the life you hide
A feeble mind
Sitting stuck in limbo
I lost my mind
So I'm smoking
gems
Whose only fault is that they didn't spend
5 million dollars on an ad campaign
So to cope all I do is make myself feel pain
By listening to better
spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like
on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be
a motherfucker quite like me (like me)
Give a little demo memo special get it hype like me (me)
Passion
Tellin' you we bout that action
Don't see no camera flashin
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