Lyrics:
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike
As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
a cigarette burn on your arm
Would change your expression
To one of alarm
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push
At the top
Would change your expression to one of alarm,
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push at the top of the stairs...
I'm
a cigarette burn on your arm
Would change your expression
To one of alarm
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push
At the top
All the early Roman kings
In their sharkskin suits
Bow ties and buttons
High top boots
Drivin' the spikes in
Blazin' the rails
Nailed in their
to one of alarm,
I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair
Or give you a push at the top of the stairs
I'm the school bully
The classroom cheat.
nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Gransha and the Ballystockart Road.
This spike an boffyflow
I said I could describe the leaves
For Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browny, half burnt
pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike
the city
Good guys they spike you hard
How they jive ad jingle
When you're in their backyard
Street corner wonder lust
Beckoning the good guy
Take
As down the glen came McAlpine's men
With their shovels slung behind them
'Twas in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find them
to my left
Bros on my right this is my life
I'm about to make a movie
Ye I need to call spike
I don't do fake you understand me
I don't do hate you
be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from
A body of water inside me
Reminds me of oceans, though I've never known one
I'm born by a cold one
It's only a small one compared
To the coast, I
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
there's no rights
That's why I rhyme so aggressive and bring every message to life
I fight the power, spike the powder, the ninety percent
Keep ten
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
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