Lyrics:
for jumping off stage
But I ain't care, cause this game has started to open it's arms
When I was at Banneker High School pulling fire alarms
So I could
on and on and on and on and on
(An old broken record stuck on the same song)
It goes on and on and on and on and on
(You all know it's wrong but you're singing along)
(I don't
‘gon donate when I bleed?
Not literally but speaking metaphorically
You gon record me on the ground, instead of helpin’ me off my knees
You gon record me
the reason why
I got to connect with Desiigner, to do the Panda Record. so..
if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even have done that at all..
so you don’t just
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
definitely therapy
I vent In a lot of my records
I mean I can back as label my relationships by songs that I wrote
Like I can look at it like
Oh yeah I
slingshotin' around the sun beating Kessel Run record
By 0.1 parsec we breachin' a hole in the space time continuum
Mixing the present, the past and the future
keep on payin 'em off
[Verse 4 - Classified]
Now have you ever thought about the old records we were proud to play
(yeah)
And if you heard them for
countin'
Turn this fucking song into the Playboy mansion
Oh and by the way did I mention?
If I catch you talking shit I'm sending you detention
(Act right!)
the first time
That I haven't been in the studio to hear
The playback before a song goes out
I can't front
I'm really bugging out knowing that I can
Record
the norm
Un uh
My lyrics cause brain damage
Fill out this form
Why
When I record huh
I have to wear protective gear sent by the board
Wow
I'm the new hero
a palm reader and
Since I be on TV, I turn it on to see me!
Hey, I'm so cool, even I wanna be me
That was totally off the subject
But for me, every song is
You know I love the way you freak me
Wana record it just so I can see the replay
Yea I wana run it back like a Dj
You know you make it look too easy
is spinning
Cause i got records on records
I got verses on verses
I got hooks on hooks
And songs that murder on purpose
I'm certain servin' this work
who has a cousin
Whose step-sister was abandoned by her cheatin' lyin' husband
Who ran off to Puerto Rico with her best friend's former roommate
Prepare yourself
Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit
Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off, homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)
You know, situation like this
Sometimes you know you gotta give back to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe them thangs off
of pumpkins
And made this record for your consumption
In moments of pure exhaustion
I found my passions brought exhilaration
Script more songs full
in* )
1-2-3-4
( *Jazzy Jeff starts scratching* )
(Don't stop the rock)
Now that's a record!
Now that's a record!
Go Jazzy, go Jazzy, go
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