Lyrics:
Im from an era where rap was respected banging on wax is expected
Attack it u yapping imagine faggots thas rapping in dresses
U ratchet and wretched
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
fresh as fuck, just like on Will Smith
When I wake up, my Roll me a spliff
And I be rappin' like It was gift
She ain't suckin' dick or poppin' no pussy
garbled
My words will send a jarful of severed third metacarpals
Underground like playing dig dug
99 problems 86 fucks
I'm a smith of words written
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
Now I was taught to play in a different way
By a dude known as Delgado
He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato
I got juice
What
Shoot for the moon I'll land by stars
No xan but I got bars
Not everybody should do this shit
My mood is depending on who I'm wit
Enough wit the raps
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
and collective
Colin Powell lobster, locked down imposters
Should I call a locksmith?
Granny Smith apples with the
Kush by the barrel
Versace on the apparel, rap
(who?), country rapper, or big Will
I peeled some raps back (what?), that peeled his cap back (yeah)
Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is
transform to a pen in case of a words war
And opened the first door that led to the first floor
I got attacked by a couple of rap acts
They wore dreads,
and finger snaps
My rapid raps, open a whole fire bun
He told me son, so check it out
He told me, "Son, follow me
And I will come to"
He told me, "Son,
up
But I'm doin fine when I die lil E will prolly have a statue
Lil E been goin nuts yeah sum like sum cashews
Inna hellcat told my niggas they can't
squad want it
The deadshots and homicides, on ya'll corners
It's not an issue, Will Smith you
But what is Steele without Tek
Let's deal with real issues
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
on the bottom
All of the solving
Don't come at me
Don't attack me
Shoot at my tracks
I shoot right back
What's the deal?
What's the what's the deal?
What's
Fresh out da clearport
Right back on that bullshit
Blew a bag there
Came home & I'm still lit
Slapping all my licks over the head
I feel like Will Smith
is der shit Außerirdische nennen mich Betachrom
Zeit is Geld, wie schnell kannst du Idiot auf 50 Meter flown?
Tote Materie in bunten Klamotten
Ich rap
directed by John Singleton
We been the best since the best was a fuckin' concept
Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive
So fuck it, nigga, the last
a mag
Everything is by myself making the tracks
Making the racks making attacks waving it back
Waving the mac laying it back making the bags
Like where's
Video game rap battles!
PLAYER ONE jEVIL!
PLAYER TWO sANS!
FIGHT!
How 'bout you spare me your judgment 'cause
Now my court is in session
And I
when you're in the area on any motherfucker to disrespect
In a second use a weapon smith and westin or attack
Youngster or fucking vest who's get
when you're in the area on any motherfucker to disrespect
In a second use a weapon smith and westin or attack
Youngster or fucking vest who's get
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