Lyrics:
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
from you
OK
ladies and gentlemen Martin Lawrence
boo
this is Marin Lawrence's First video visit to a
recording studio
and his last
pick is massive, athlete Tenactin' flow
Doc captain up battin'! Brick City Mashin'!
Turn it up!
(Come on)
Smoke that shit up!
(Come on)
Take
knows I know that you doubted
I smoke by myself when my mind just be feelin to crowded
I just fade away
But I'm here to stay
Dont know what to say
I been
when this drops
Riskless, lift off, you out like pic crop
I got anthems, I got flows like massive missiles
Live by good and true principles, that's how
It's definitely 2:30 in the morning
Normally I have a beer, but the store is closed
So this is uhhh
This is one of the those rum and coke flows
Yeah
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
of that fresh massive attack
Here in the house of mass consumption
Where the ecstasy goes fast
On the screen in this month's fashion
Lots of leather
home
You can hold my hand
When you need to let go
I want a house with a crowded table
And a place by the fire for everyone
Let us take
So good luck on the hunt
Of finding them votes
Like a mind is woke
But still eyeing the hoax
I'm writing this dope
cnd then signing them notes
Just
side of 123rd St., bro'.
Bringing it straight off the currency.
Now this shit is tough.
I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap.
With the god's
called 'home'
'Cause the pain is throbbing
My brain is crowded
With the thought of me in your arms
Everybody
Needs somebody
Another half to feel whole
they can via satellite it
PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow
Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'!
Turn it up! (Come on) Smoke
Fuckin’ hoes like this is easy
I roll you on the floor
Just ’Cause I was high (I roll you over)
I was in love by the way she smile
She came to the door,
made by the rich
Mice on the rise, more than a glitch
Time to fight back, time to resist
Ideas to alleviate exist
Their oven warm, your hole is frosty
hard you would think i might of drownded
Please give me space in this game
It's kinda crowded
TOM CRUISE Vanilla Sky shit
I'm kinda clouded
Surrounded
By
to a house with food in great supply
Invited in by the host to feed themselves not questioning why
Captured when they entered the house, they were going
positions of power
Power don’t make credibility you
Bitches is cowards
Out here trying to front like
The appeal ain’t massive
Like this emcee ain’t coming up
Ayee ayye
You know what it is nigga
Ion trust a mother fucking thing
I'm on 10 at all times everywhere I go
I seen pussy play gangsta and seen
eyes!
I'll make this beloved game you play
A massive booby trap, nowhere is safe
Cuz I'm the kinda guy it's ok to hate
So rage quit, hurry up, it ain't
(up on Zillow)
Accent pillows (accent pillows)
This is giving (this is giving)
Pinterest living
I want a house with a view on rich bitch avenue
it up
POWER TO THE SMALL MASSIVE! x 4
This one goes out to the people
Under pressure Under ground
Out to the voiceless to the restless
Stirring
It's some shooters in this house, it's some shooters in this house
It's a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
It's some shooters
The blackened mirror that you hold a pendulum at best
Keeping time, lock step march determining the rests
The staff is now enchanted as is front of house
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