Lyrics:
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
'bout 'em, playing piano while he thinks
What's perfection when life's interesting on the brink?
Gregorian chants up the drinks
In reference from
a way
To peel off the grim grime
Lemon-lime lye'd
Obsidian slime lies
From this kind in this
Prehistoric primordial primal prime time
As the greatest ash
a snake no matter the size or shape
Those that hate, anchored with weights, found in the lake
Come off the chain my main, you tied to the gate
First you
of the U.S.A.
Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
trippin', hit the...
Woo-sah every time my shorty get turnt
But if the roof fire, we don't give a fuck if it burn
I'm in the booth wild cappin' like I never
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
to me
We fit just right like a glove to me
I'm a leader when push comes shove to me
I move real fly in the sky like a dove to me
Yo 'cause it's all love
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
that they can all come (come on)
Harder they fall, that's dependin' on where they fall from (yeah)
They tryna figure out where did we get the call from
interference from the small AM radio station down the street, night in Anacortes in the mid 90's, oil tankers rumbling.
I stayed late recording every night
From the cradle to the grave
Since a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill
And kinda buck wild
Pop pop! Just like the part that's
In my walk with
Third, you caught me with your date
That was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh
They gon' be late
In your
and the Joker
Laugh eventually one vehicle
Approaches the Lamborghini from a
Corner… the Batmobile come on, Puddin do it!
Joker sees Batman is coming
In his
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
be too late, the punk might escape
And buck while, and in fact, bite my style
And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial.
It's my thing
about it, oh
'Cause all my life I've been struggling and stressing
That's why I come up in this bitch with aggression
Where I'm from, niggas, every
Skintone differ worldwide come from any place
Spanish Harlem, with Tamia
Had a thing for her sister named Tia
Said she never fell in love, don't believe her
Gucci on bell hop
Stay in the hills palm trees at the top
Nigga still hating when the last one drop
Whole gang drop whole gang on top
Come in Gucci down
saying for me
From a king to a god
Two seconds after the pride Comes anger
From a king to a god
Acting like if you walk by a street
You just walking
I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from
name is New York
Runnin' wild in the streets
With heat, we don't talk
Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
When light would shine from
all some way enslaved in their circumstances
Shape the way the behave on there battle on the street
That's why these kids ain't got no hope,
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