Lyrics:
angst
Words that form themselves in trance
Shut my mind off, let the soliloquies dance
I don't know what to say
When faced with my problems I just hide
half naked
But these tunes you're playing just won't make it
You got a great body, but your record collection sucks
You got every Tom Cruise film
tells me, howd you come up with this beat, these bars?
It just spawns inside of my brain, surrounded by pain and membranes
My longest song yet and im so
offended by Chri-biip-mas?
You know you might offend the biiiip and the biiiip and the atheists.
What?
Time to politically correct.
I'll lead this off
of music
When I'm happy some shit has
To happen that either pisses me
Off or that's very grave
It's a really personal record
– very different, content-wise,
me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
Pacing, Walking Around, In the same place I was found
Really trynna go do something, this shit boring by yourself
I'm playing God trynna force this
heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone
Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So
dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down
reached out for you
I needed you and you left me by myself
Hey, this song right here, man, is for everyone Who's ever been stabbed in the back
By those who
and turn your gun off
Gave you the mic and off the head you couln't come off
I only say it cause nobody wants to shoot ya
I'd rather teach you science
then play it by the rules
You all clueless, meditating no I ain’t Buddhist
I’m staying true to who I am you niggas lookin Judas
They fall off when
And I ain't tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all! Niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich pit than
lobbies
I got a listers that pree and copy
For the record
I ain't never ever doing molly
What's your writing name
I said tell them poppy
I came off
find you high off the dynamite
But to you is just another Friday night
Got a nigga for the car tonight
With the bible right beside that pile of white
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
Alright to my niggas
Alright
When I had no dough, I had no ride
You wouldn't even talk to me
Now I got a record deal
When my Bapes is right
Now you
how instantly I'd regret it
And off the record
I think that you're a dishonest man with an evil core
A liar, who pulled me back in the fire when I was
6:19 In the morning nigga
Let me start off with this statement
I'm the motherfucking greatest
I ain't even have too many haters
All my niggas knew I
Haters cannot throw us off of our trajectory
Get big gainsta click, we growing exponentially
Danger
A record way too hot and it may attract a hater
Fatal
you
We're in a smoky bar honky tonk
The jukebox playing our favorite song
You're by my side
Dancing till the music dies
I'm under the influence
This next song
Is actually an uptempo song off my new record "I Am"
I love the lyrics so much
I actually wanted to do an acoustic version for you
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