Lyrics:
that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga whats up with that
Letting the devil get in, to the pen
Devils pretending to be friends
We
ain't no real food
This ain't for your good
Take a second think about
What's really going on
And that's it right there
Ain't no body got time for this
Got
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life
But you know what's popping off
something i love
Went under the pass to a
Show called joe black
Wasn’t there to see pitt that
Flick looked so whack
Saw gungans in mist what i
Wished had come
I hope you all are at peace, peace, peace
It’s like a jungle sometimes
Debate your fate and how the words of The Book were designed
Fight for
ain't never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chats and syntax won't make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
jungle
Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle
My rhymes are motivating, your body responds
With the center party people gettin funky for mine
dealer around, let's go, pound for pound
Twenty thousand for a feature, you better book me now
Bright lights out in Vegas, they got our name in the papers
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
when you don't post enough
Black out Tuesday, all these black squares
But look in the streets, it's only blacks there
Protests for peace, that's what
smack you with a phone book
What you know about the phone being on its own hook
That's why you gotta hang it up, Google that, go and look
What you know
need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens
friends are
And sometimes I wonder about my enemies see
I got a lot of scars and trauma that still haunts me
And sometimes I do hope that the people close
See there’s no end for Kira
A vengeful spree from the lens of
People that sent for me!
I will endure even the best police so
I can complete what I’m
can change ya world
Put this in your book ledger turning blue
This right here's for Project Blue this for all the one's that who
Follow their own
from beside the water
Started way back down by
Somebody way, way back down by
By the river
A place called the cradle, the cradle, the cradle of human
every itty bitty
Square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin
Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
EL-P:
My friends are the faces you sit on,
riders on a
Horse that's going lame
For the way of the world is upside down
They can all hold handswhen
They walk through town
Side by side with a book
and waltzes by Strauss
And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C'
That always triumphantly brings down the house?
Jellicle cats are queen of the nights
Singing
We in the jungle
And that's what I keep telling her
Hand up in the bag, best secure it like a messenger
Fuck a rubber band
Bouncing back is only
will
And handsomely
And dear old friend
Now that we are clear, old friend
That's all very well but till you're gone
You'll wait upon my boss' whim
Hello
Meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany (say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
You gotta do that again,
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