Lyrics:
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
The Man That I Used To Be
Look Theres Requirements To Be An Admirer
Still The New Version Of Fresh Needa A Nia Or Tyra
So We Can Be Jenny And Swayze
I Told
and I'm locked in the studio
I cannot answer these calls
All of my diamonds, they really too cold
I freeze when I go outside
I done went up
Lil nigga I
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
Every couple passing by holding hands
Feels like salt in my wounds
Now I know I cant let go
Your tattooed all over me
Like a song stuck in my head
Playing
the South Bronx cats from all over
Would rap for the Son
Back then crews sound like the Wu
And to me it was new
Even these 2 dudes from Hazakim
They were
was new
Even these 2 dudes from Hazakim
They was dropping Hebrew Jewels
I remember I used to blast their music
On the iron horse
Y'all might saw me
and upset
Now they watching every move
I make I'm calling them Kinect
Look
Ain't nothing new when I be saying I'm going beast mode
These hoes, blowing up my
I can tell it by the stare
Thought it was him that's a different version
Ain't rushing shit out it ain't urgent
Smelling of haze let me spray that
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
snares everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically
everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing like a newborn
You must be on some new and improved
Lyrically I murder
So it's out in the open
You're seeing someone new
Surprised my heart ain't broken
By this piece of good news
It's been years since we last spoke
[studio demo version of the song "you not me" from 1997, recorded ]
[during the making of the album falling into infinity. available ]
[on the cd
struggling
To find some gentle song
Some mode of simple trust
and ways to understand
These reaching orchards
Of broken fame
Grown deep inside of us
By forced
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
takin' off her clothes can't put her on a leash
Took her to the studio and I fucked her to the beat
Bitch I'm on that Patrón always sippin' on a drink
Yeah
baking
Your girl came to record now her legs shaking
It's that LOOK Studios new version of Death Row
Except we leave these shamrocks blessed on your
don't worry about it
Everything else you played sounded amazing"
So anyhow, I came home and I turned on the news
Angry as I always get when these
release the hounds
Looking for a version of myself I never found
A corridor of mirrors, resound around the crown
In the throne of Damocles drunk off
Hands up (Hands up)
(Go, go)
Oh, no no no
I can't feel my face
I need some more energy
Give me a shot then I'm goin' out in space
(Go, go)
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
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