Lyrics:
blessed with every spiritual blessing
Microphone testing – “gimmie some more”
Listen I’m full of power by the spirit of the Lord
Swinging the sword like
Freestylers (here-here-here we go, here we go)
By definition it's the Don
With the KV in the brand new song
Giving use of freestle, freestyle flows
With the d,
you're next"
And the truth is, by the time you hear this song, I don't fuckin' know if he's gon' be alive or not
This is all compounded by the fact that
you're next"
And the truth is, by the time you hear this song, I don't fuckin' know if he's gon' be alive or not
This is all compounded by the fact that
where I began
And my daddy, he wrote songs and he broke colts
And he went back to school to get a degree
Now he teaches music to kids, he taught
the brew
I wish somebody would love him, he doesn't have a hope
I wish somebody would love him, he doesn't have a home
He'd like to speak to his old school
came to Summerset when summer leaves were turning yellow
Summer songs had all been sung by fellows such as I
I came to Summerset to sow the seeds of wild
themselves lyricists
But im the disgusted by the thought of this arrangement
Vacant cause these old styles and flows are ancient
Ill admit old school killed
Life in high school
But I wish them all well
I'm always getting in wrong
Singing the same old stupid
Song over and over
And running out of time
Can't
Life in high school
But I wish them all well
I'm always getting in wrong
Singing the same old stupid
Song over and over
And running out of time
Can't
it delights me
Alcindoro
This scurrilous song infuriates me!
Musetta
And you who know, who remember and suffer, how can you escape?
I know: you won't
straight up crystal ballin
I was freestyling so old school while I was on the mic in the bedroom
With low ceilings on Pro Tools now that's off the top with
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
like a paperweight
At sixteen years old, yeah I moved out of my home
I was Macy Gray I tried to say goodbye and I choked
And went from sleeping
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
of Catholic school were all good to you
Because you were the angel who fell
And I am the one who will never die young
I am a martyr and I cannot hide
But I'm
She was a wanderer, wandering widely
Learned of the world through the soles of her feet
She'd been a warrior, brazen and free
But deep in her heart
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
come from, cuz where I come from-from-from-from
Everybody stay on the same old same old
Everybody born by the chalk
Niggas gotta be on the lay low, lay
(This song was brought to you by Vessals)
I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
I remember
I
I remember high school when you thought
short and sweet, thick and petite
Ridin' alongside in my Cutlass Supreme
I'm from a place where Old Schools are common (yup, yup)
Gotta explain every
new for me for school
Doody, I'm trying, but you, you were the glue that binded
So many things, time, I'd give anything to rewind it
I had to walk
the Pope is callin' a crusade
Then I'm leavin' my work station and hoppin' the next plane
I'm really not impressed by all these songs when I hear them
There
on the porch and keep the door locked, baby
In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh-so brazy
Chopper for that Old School that I could throw on Daytons
Fuck
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