Lyrics:
oil in up n mi neva move shakey no time inuh if a pussy try test bet mi clat it up affi pussy try test then mi binez him up
25/8 pon e line we
We are at the crossroads, every 12 000 years,
Stream of energy is coming, to charge galaxies.
We polluted our planet, with plastics and oils,
Heat
to get loud and a time to be quiet
Water might purify all of my river
All the night through the blinds
Moon light might hit her
Figure eight on your skin
the east
25/8 all my days in the east
All I ever do is spend my days in the east
I was bred by the locs and was made in the streets
Got money in my poccet
assured
Say make we play am 10 odds
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhan
Written by: Nweke Chianyidi(Nicson)
couldn't end, handled my friend since age ten
But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
When shit got hot, all palms sweating
fuck the measure
Get the press, put the pressure
I whip the brick and get the press
It's rated 8, it sells for less
Fuck a 10, I'm in the den
I
got oil for your head that's holy anointed
I might pull up with a stick cause we both appointed
All the artist out in Texas and I know Im top 10
The ten-hour difference, sometimes it's hard
But let me tell you, it's a shining star
So when it's ten AM, here it's eight PM, there
Do I care if you wake me up
4'8 dikhta kaiko (su)
N10 pop karke wo bangaya hoe (hoe)
N10 pop karke wo bangaya hoe (hoe)
Bangaya dekho wo hoe (hoe)
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
Autobioaug' but it's brought up by y'all
They pressed for their ice Oksana Baiul
Stunting around here that is not the right move
They don't care about me what
ride, I'm the bike man of Hyde Park
Ten at night I start, because I like dark
I pedal hard in my pink Croc flip flops
But one dropped I think, in
and
Drop it inna head
That splatter
Live life tricky none a unnu doh follow
My style mi nuh normal sent by jah jah
Angel wid a demon meds
Bad from birth till
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Liquor for the pain, perc for the nerves
Baby mama tripping steady working my nerves
Remember posted up selling work by the curve
Didn’t have a job
life Uh yuh
Life is like rolling dice just tryna get my motors right uh yuh
People impressed by my craniums darts
I'm more impressed by titanium
every pixel explodes
And viewership has an emotional and physical toll
I'm a 8-bit invader who vacate the cartridge
Upgrade, now I make waves in
unknown
The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun
So uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun
[Chorus: x2]
You trapped in this rap in this
they unimportant
Call my dawg, he say it's all the way retarded
Keep the oil 'cause I am not using the Foreman
Kitchen, I just finished up a new
Gravitational forces
The time is 8:45
15 minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check
It usually takes an hour and a half
The room reminds me
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
Live my life in a free world [x4]
[Richter:]
It's amazing how this whole world is changing
It went from saying "how you doin'" to settin ya claimin
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