Lyrics:
I feel like this is long overdue
It's not 2002 anymore you know?
Time to act like it
This music thing is a funny business
It's a sideshow now we're
One night, backstage at Irving Plaza at a Madball show
Lars: Hey yo Ill Bill – will you sign this for me?
I found it at Amoeba it's the Green CD
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
scriptures that's allegorical
By peepin' metaphors in the clutch of the historical
No space and time separates anything on cosmic scales
I'm tryna show you
under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flying death-defying flow like the Rebel
under pressure
No surprise, double disc touched five
Those elements, kept environments colonized
With the high flying death-defying flow like the Rebel
and that's the last thing I'll need
Made it so far there's no going back there's no retreat
Business owner my bread accumulate when i be sleep
I'm a loner I
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
luck, stop tappin ur watch
Ur times up
Space age is the team, no "I" in us
See u in the back, stop eyein us
Spot those rappers over there
Might die
the whole image
My goal isn't doing shows for no women
I'm back at it, my trackpad about had it
I'm beating up these beats
Like bombs in Baghdad's
The only
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map
Puna
tragic on instrumentals when I toe jag it
Throw dirt on me? Then guard your face and stomach
Cause I'm swinging on you like ya ass cheeks had a rope
Vacation mode
Constantly on
I'm feeling no stress
And I am truly impressed
By the places I see
Landscapes, people 'round me
No matter what I look like
I'm
Throwing big dough by the fistful
Riding through the streets in a Tesla
Bloody all these instrumentals
Bloody like a girl when she menstral
Putting
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
There's only one reason that I wrote this rhyme
It's so I could have fun with rap, one mo' time
All I need is one mic, a pen and an instrumental
Do
to quit my 9-5
I went and got it back after the one time that I tried
Feel like we all taught to feel secured by our jobs
Then before we get our checks,
I don't give one fuck, off the top I wish a nigga would try me
Real shit, y'all counterfeit, y'all niggas bad business
That's why the game all
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
thinking I'd betray her, but I never do
And that is something that I'll never do
I Love You
Man, there something up my sleeve that I gotta pursue
The world
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