Lyrics:
the Shiggy challenge
Bust it, make it shake, I can't even keep my balance
We on our second date, and I made her pay the balance
'Cause I don't wanna
I
the ocean, caught your reflection before the Lord's
I heard you had a voice like an angel
Strange though, you were blinded by the light
Shining from your
Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
get the second no
Now she tryna stay a float
Lose your lane, to a lame
To a dork no remorse
Lil change tryna change tryna morph
Looking forced
This some
falling bells shattered the great wooden beams below. By some grace, the tower of San Mercuriale was spared.
[Family Story]
Narrator:
One family named
of 7.12 billion, shit
Don't get it twisted
This isn't simple arithmetic
This is 1 of those things
We never seem to get
But some of my friends are
of interest
Spiritual indifference
Blamed on God
Mine was stumbling
Tryna balance
His position under cross
They don’t mention
Holy Scriptures
That's depicting
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
page
My mind keeps running in circles
Is this what's for me?
But then again the Word kills
Every second thought when it's backed up by my conscience
head, that mold my sentences
Could never be contained by your simple picture frames
For every intoxicated moment, I hate life
I strive to balance my
crashing down
(He's terrified) of what's inside his own mind
It takes 6 or 7 lifetimes to get it right, but only 6 or 7 seconds to get it done
And I know
death-life balance, I'm trying to make sure that they're equal
And I'm tryin' to sneak by, henceforth unnoticed
Don't you try to get help, it's bad for both
your keyboard randomly
Once every 7.45 seconds
Boom
Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away
What's a bitch
Got to do
To get some food
Around here
What's a bitch
Got to do
To get some food
Around
super sayian ultra instinct
Ain't thinking no more this is purely reaction
Im good on that bullshit but thank you for asking
Balance my chi with some kush
that sort of created borders
From his kin, and more familiar with the quarters of mom's
Though she tried her best to balance that dynamic
Plus, my father
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy "ride"
Into a field where peasants are
Working they come up behind a cart which
Is being dragged by
rise 'til the moon is gone the sky just melts
Yeah so I'm sorry I ain't hit you back
I just need some time to balance all my acts
My mind stay in Qusto
I've missed occasions bout' some time ago
(Time ago)
(Uh) But I'm coming home
(Wow, I'm coming home)
(Ahh)
I'm counting
I'm counting every second
(Every
crazy that I've performed in
Front of millions of people
Since I was 8 years old
But for some reason I was
Nervous as hell rapping has always
Been second
But a lineup formed outside your door
And I was way too late
Well, I'd rather start off slow
This whole thing's like some sort of race
Instead
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