Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Lot of schemes
Lot of people all in my mix
Why I bob and weave no tournament
Yeah I rick the beat
I be turning it
I spit from the neck just
viel Spaß!"
Takeshi, Yamaha, Sushi-Bar, Hongkong
Kung Fu, Honda, Mit'subishi, Tom Tom
Hyundai, Kawasaki, Shanghai, Nippon
Shaolin, Samurai, Karaoke,
comedy
It gave me a sense of humor that only works by accident
When she turned on Netflix from her iPhone at the dinner table
I thought she was joking
a team player uh
Yeah, I will make my story and take the game with a trojan
And I'll do it by my lonely, because I can't be a robin
Forward like a real G,
[verse 1]
Its been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin
Ima bring it all back home
I been told I spit lyrics wit politics
Why
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
with Eyes wide shut lets take this Cruise like Tom
Come down to them bars known for dropping them bombs
Spit that fire brimstone flows be naepom rap
They smile in your face, whole time wanna take your place
my circle get smaller by the day
can’t deal i just need my space
Trust ima always say
I'm flooding the city, I'm serving the thunder
I'm stacking all winter, and grinding all summer
Take your bitch, dick her down, give her pipe like
than that wolf ask Duran Duran
Reppin' for my team, got tracks that make you fiend
Blessed with the genes, I'm feelin so complete
Come and take a hit,
my last warm up
And I ain't lit up yet try and take a guess
Tell me how the boy spit crack and I ain't break a sweat
Instead I got your role model
home
I been told I spit lyrics with politics
Why wouldn't I?
It says Negro on my birth certificate
Born in 1960 in a nation throughout
I've been
a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she'll blow you away like a dandelion
Before they cross me, they'll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's
Kidding me (huh) I'm filled the Ghost (filled with the Ghost)
covered by the lamb like it's wool in the coat (coat)
I ain't even gotta boast
I can whip
take from it
What you learn in the process, what you make of it
Number two in the world at the top of the summit, I loved it
Shoulda packed a parachute
forget this like ya did the long-division
I'ma take my pen and pencil
I'ma show ya how I scribble
Bob and weave the way I dribble
Never settle, whistlin'
riding, rising, the crème of the crop
Real Mack from the south and I rep what I'm about
Spit game from the booth and out to your ear
While you bob your head
rather sour
As we go driving by
I may spit in your eye
Or throw a snake in your milkshake
To make you cry
'Cause we're the grapes of wrath
So stay out
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant
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