Lyrics:
I still roll that loud
Still my head in the clouds
Yeah I still buss that sound
Still make shake whole ground
But if the feds come round for me
I’m
I don't want to waste my days away
Pushing for the pushing's sake
Running round in circles
Aimlessly building mounds of clay
This life we've been
shot, two shot, pussy must get drop
Unlimited guns, we got bullets by the stock
Run up on my endz and you will get knock
Bullet ah spread round, cud ah
Someone left the screen door hanging open
I can hear the thunder in the room
It cut our time outside off by an hour
But you tired out my arm by
disavow
So I ride in my own round
And I don't need them around
They answer with that "technically", they think skeptically
I majestically move so carefully
Sit down to write, the words don't come
Being drowned by the coming storm
Thunder Rumbles, shakes my feet
The pimps of war Keith Moon their drum beat
I said hey, what’s your name?
I’ve been dragging round the city and everything looks the same
I said hey, what’s your name?
The nights been feeling
at the tyson fight with money on every round
My operations stacked all off, rhymed cola
Its something like the '84 china white crime yola
At hot rap shows
it
Er camble, I ramble and gamble and scramble
The whole architect of this beat
Check this out you little ol freak
3
When I was 12
I was told by
Underneath the skin, in a moment so close
A little particles running 'round inside of me
Smaller than it goes, is a moment so near
More than I comprehendin'
your vicinity from now until infinity
Burning it down, we build it back from the ground up
J vigilantes are back on a round up -
But we're trying
will it take?
I gots to get some glue in my life before I break
Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can't
It's time for G to toss up in
There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don't pump gasoline
It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
It's run by all the people who
Have
waiting around here all night long
Holding on to these memories until they come undone
My hands are tied
Telephone's ringing by my bed
I pick it on up
a bad bitch who be down to roam? Well in that case I guess it’s time to go. It’s cause I’m hitting up the stu and I’m getting in my zone. Rick Bobby shake
a probably see in movies
When I hear action I'm moving
If something don't shake I'm a lose it
I gotta keep going don't back out
Til I got this whole field
round with water.
You tricky easterlies which shake the jester's bells
and change face soon as wear it.
And then of human order,
a colder heart:
Yea
I'm in a holding cell I done left my strap on the dash
I was on the road acting like 12 wasn't on my ass
I had 6 thousand cash and some gelato in
of breath
He stumbles in
Straight from the round the corner Tim's
Begging her to forgive him
Tonight
Shakes her head and cracks a smile
Maybe he can stay
You didn't shake anybody's hand man
(Aye aye, ayeee)
I don't care
(Ayeee)
Yuh, Jazzo in this bitch
(Jazzo in this bitch)
Yuh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), Look
alone (Anymore)
I can't believe that I almost forgot it
Because by the time I saw it
It was picking up the check
Think of all the things you can run
Shawty fine walking round and stillettos
Keep it cordial i should start this with hello
Real Nigga they always thought i was mellow
Light skin dirty red
screams
Of fear
Are drowned out
By my laughter
Driving round
In my old blue Ford
So much death
You’d think it’s a horde
Of demons
But it’s only me
Now
friend, Samm, 'round a bend
On a street on which he'd never really been
When the ground began to shake
But not yet would I awake
It was probably only my AC
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