Lyrics:
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
listen,
flow, solar system, out this world cause I'm into yo
girl, out this world fly like a comet make you wana
earl, I'm sick, vomit, throw up
Know what
So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick (uh)
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze,
like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's
But so what? I just max like I'm playing the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J,
banana ɔwɔm...
9th VERSE
Joo, ɛno nso so deɛ Plan bɛn. ""Plan A""
Wo sika ɛsa a na ato Plan. ""Plan B""
Obi de ne car bɛ twa mu a wo se bɔ abɛn...
practical
Just tryna ride 500 horses with no saddle yo
Doing the most with a little bit
So when I get rich then you know that this kid gon’ be sick with it
No relationship I could define
Carry through by myself
So I could earn some wealth
City nigga I was raised right as a kid
Never smoking on that mid
look-a-there, the honey
The ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, yo' lovely little apple
I think yo' apple is awful fine
So crazy about yo
ich ein Polyamorist
Yo, du trägst ja gar keine Roli an der Wrist
Nein, ich bin eher so dieser Prototyp Antagonist, der wie Skorpionstachel sticht
Ich
Yeah, yeah, I just called my bizzy yeah
What the fuck? The
How the fuck I stacked it up so
Much? It don't even make no sense
Pull up in that, pull up
ce sustin
Face parte din destin
Hip hop sick vino-ncoa s-o iei
Nu ma feresc tind s-o lovesc din plin
Ca in ring sange pe canin
Poa' sa treaca timp nu
wish that they would put it down and just enjoy
I put my soul in some words and an instrumental
And I'm still trying to pay my rent
I live my life so you
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
Yo the world is facing some serious shit right now
I think everybody's going crazy
I think people are fed up
It's stacked against us
What are we
sick like cancer, sweet like Fanta, bow to the master
Amana muka bada, the answer shi ne a gaban ka, mun fara muka barsu su dana…
Yoo!… I’m still doing
I'm not a prophet
The writings just righteous
I'm trynna ripen up my pen
Setting the bar by building a bar
I'm trynna fill Rikers with my shit
Kinda
by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo want to act up, you betta back up
'fore you get
You gotta have cash to knock on my door
I make the block hot I bring out the dough
I bring out the yo i bring out the dro
I make the block hot when
I
Now these sick thoughts
Comin' to my mind
It's real Pitiful
Keeping them inside
Can't be in though
No matter how I try
This shit yo
You might be
slab
Say that's yo' new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them
it's a mystery
Really should be brothers united against the industry
The Africans diaspora scatter at shattered history
The game missing me, rap is so
a house don’t make a home
ur looking for a change
on a search all by urself
sick of all the pain
got me worried about ur health
i just want to help
i know u
the-X
love to sex, microphones, the type of poems
We spit rips through scripts and strips ya bones
Yo we sick wit poems off the dome
I'm off the known,
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