Lyrics:
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Was "Poetry"
You know it's me
It's my philosophy
Many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable
I don't burn
So please stop burnin'
And learn
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
phone come find me
Me beat gyal, me nuh full a word like library
Me love when him sleep wid him cocky inside me
If you wan' back yuh man, gyal, please
the other hand I take a picture
Smoking on different mixtures
I'm taking hits bruh
Kenny Omega I sweep with the broom
Clean the division get you a room
Don't
trickin
Kenny and Mike wasted no time, they walked right up and started kickin
As if they had been there, pretendin to live there
Helping hands, but it
Yoo
All I need is justice
Ahh
Turn my mic on
Waka waka everyday
Villa Cassh
Some people just dey run away
Mr Kenny
Tell me why
VMG Music
I wanna know
Prayer[00:45.77]Let me to take you to a place in the city of Boston[00:47.89]The Devil lives there so proceed with caution[00:49.81]It's Dark all day and hope isn't
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
Still, I know what I got
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot, yeah
You just name the time and place, yeah, yeah
I'll come meet you
Times passing
At the speed of light, by the eye
Like a g with a j, must be high
Must be right what I'm doing
I oblige, come to find
What I'm
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
And burning love inside
After forty work-filled days and sleepless nights,
The sails are lit by the lights of Boston
And here we go
Off the ship! towards
Kenny yah till the death
Trying live life without a single debt
Trynna show you something you won’t forget
Just listen and you won’t regret
I wannabe one
cook!
Locked in the cave like Kenny
No shade to Osama, our rockets are twinning
Please don't forget that a nigga still sinning
That brand on my neck is
seem like a good idea to anybody in this room, man? By all means, let's pass along our addictions to our pets. Does your dog Bite? Yeah, only when he's
on the beat but we not in Boston
Goons will pull out that nine iron like we out here golfing
I'm a jack of all trades
Not with the charades
Please don't
Who you think you are?
In North America
Come to be a star
Made it this far
You fucking
Jamaican-lunged
Irish-livered
British-invading
all hatin
Thats a different kinda foul my nigga they all flagrant
The ones that stayed down just trust me we gon make it
Success don't come overnight
bitch I got some goal-goal-goal-goals
I might make a switch, you and your bitch to me and my bitch
There's no chance of saving shit
Come in the night,
And most of you niggas is just dick eaters
Please stay the fuck out my face
Finna get me the score and
Title, I'm feeling more entitled, yeah
Please take
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