Lyrics:
what we tell dem say
Sean da Paul longside Collie Buddz a bun it
We a bun cause a fun it
Weh me tell ya dis legalize
Lion face tell dem legalize,
as
"A moment of being" by Virginia Woolf
"It" by Kerouac "Rapture" by the scriptures
And most recently "This" by me
Strobe lights and storms
Hit songs
I thank you for puttin' up with me
Physically gone, but your spirit still stuck with me
All the game that you gave me, it's time to apply it
By any
rhymes/Humpty Dumpty fell down, that???s his hard time/ Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick/ But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says???
Beastie
see you!
I hear you!
I catch spirits and ghosts by there invisible throats and then tear through (tear through)
Never scary boo bitch I'm a kamikaze
Mr. Mixx:
Ghetto Style Dee-Jays!
{Don't touch that stereo!}
{Ghetto} {Bass}
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
What's up, party people, we're back again
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah
I get paid to the decimal, taxing plus stacking
Yo, fuck federale, I smoke medicali
B-I-G Sean don, Juan
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
pushed the AK ot with gpacs
Makin' a killin' by fulfillin' dreams so by his man borne
Who says duke kasoffer hate the ground that he walk on
Or do I
can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad
girl give uck and then vanish
Gave her the D now she's wanting a tour
I'm looking like Buckingham Palace
Like Jay1 looking like big 6 Pogba, run up
kid, named Jay.
That jeff calls gay, and beats up, doesn't look very normal today
So I give a little smile and he gives one back
Then he walks by
stealing, yeah
Detroit legend (whoa)
Microphone legend, yeah
Sean a Legend
My bro is John Legend, yeah (whoa, whoa)
All this sunshine, it's still raining
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
Conversate, sex on the first
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
high, so stuck, like Jay's Rucker team
On the bus no diss forreal stuck
Just countin' that, money and still visit my niggaz on the Island
The money
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
Yeah, Bnoutch
Uh, uh
Mmm, mmm
It's hard to find people that'll stay by me
Niggas change like a stained white tee
Only the real know the pain I speak
a hottie
Oh no pray they don't try me
Tell Taetae
Just go by Jay Mazi
Lil niggas slimy
I swear so they grimy
Acting real
You just can't blind me
Hating from
nic co nie dotyka nas
Byle iść po swój skarb, znaczy tlen oddałbym
Tu swój rap by mógł uczyć dalej Jam Master Jay
17 stycznia 2004
Płakałem ja jak i ten
the eyes of a young gutta nigga
Loyal to the game out here tryin to make a come up nigga
Serving lots of jay, cocking blocks
Knockin country niggas out
Who know how to slang thows
And grimmy niggas who aim wild
Who juss want to rep
And wet niggas who think foul
Ran into Jay while I'm clappin this math
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