Lyrics:
How fuckin' irritated are you? How much in your face am I?
And ain't shit you can do but fear it, Proof is here in spirit
And I'm his spittin' image,
keep it pushing
Don't want that love I know its fake because your spirit crooked
They keep asking who I am like they don't know my name
Lyrics to hard
us
Awake awake us
Awake awake us
Awake us
Awake awake us
Awake awake us
Awake awake us
Awake awake us
Awake awake us
Awake us
Pour out your spirit
Depressed hopeless feelings
But I've been told that
You only create your own ceilings
Life is limitless,
And knowing this is what the spirit is
That's
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin'
party started and pour another shot
Sit your ass down
Watchu bragging bout
Your body count ain’t that high and no one cares now
You really tryna kill
remember
People being like, "well
How do you categorize your music?" Or, like
"what genre are you?" 'Cause I would
Come out with a
Fucking club banger
Pour it up
Drop it down
Pour it up
Bottle of blue dot to my right
Got my girl by my side
She a freak when it get into the late night
Pour a shot take
just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear
bling on my wrist but then once I had told them that, they wanna switch
Could care less if you can't keep my name out your mouth cause the Spirit is your
there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
And we're outta space and you're out of space
I said change the beat fast
Or your enemies will see you naked
Hold music hold music hold
Hold music hold
Nothing to call home
Shooting out hollows
Shot out infernos
Pop off the cornels
Summon up all yours
Blood falls in the eye
The all known seeing eye
to your Universal
Source
Your God
Or whatever your sound yeah
Knowing that as one
We're all gunna get through
Pushing out all the messages yes
For everybody
were just practicing this song)
(And again in my spirit I just sensed that if you are suffering)
(Cancer, if you've been given a death sentence by
In a world without any Ear Pleasure
Another Banger is a national treasure!
This is the type of music you need!
Play their songs until your Ears bleed
Doggs, what?
This is Gutta Music, pull out your gun
Start buckin' to it
We just dumbin' it out
But ain't nothin' stupid
Time wait's for no man, and such
yes
Maybach Music
Get you out to France, fly you out to Nice
Or we can chill out in Atlanta, let's enjoy the feast
We can do the spa, we can do
to call
Before how to talk
Soul me yeah
Soul me now (Step in step out)
Step by step one by one
Show me how you do now to learn the next one
Show me how you
Hip-Hop, was put off by your appearance, silver grillz
Black contacts, face tats n' bod tats, but 'cided to give it a shot
N' was blown away by the way you
Cuz when the music hits the brain
This shit all makes sense
We used to post up on the block
By the picked fence
Used to through 5 on a blunt see how
home
No space for your out of date, ignorant ass ideology
She don't want you, you a loser
Talking tough on a computer
Fuck with me, you gon' lose her
across the river
Clouds are calling out your name
All you need is the blood you bleed
Don't need no fortune or fame
Can't you see it getting closer
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