Lyrics:
the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
3-3-0
So I'm shouting Milq all over this beat, you know?
I like to sit high, and my beats real low
A mid-west nigga to the feet, you know?
A BCG nigga
Is forever granted their true freedoms rights
Put it all on the line
calculate my every risk
Up against the system made by man
To deny me my every
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been
Wonder where he's been, wonder
and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
Steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
Im in this game with the birds
Have you fuckin
to take your place
'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can
Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
Then serenades of blue and red
learn a lot
By the way I think my perm is hot
Teaching math makes me burn out
Look at my muscles I have my shirt off
Sorry I have colour weakness
I can't
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
on falling like where is the bottom?
And you just keep changing
Not sure how all of this love is remaining
If you know me best, my scarlet, my red
Then why
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
My data's the top secret
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time
Windows down
Radio loud, radio loud
Hear my sound, hear my sound
Give me, green lights
I wanna run these red lights, red lights
Rolling down the coast
red lighter
A falling and feeling like a star
Right out midnight skyer
Let the time fly by
It's finding a hand
Taking a chance
Starting the fire
This is
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One Last Time
From Remember To Breathe by Rob Nicklas
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five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some
[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
scare, lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
With red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Mob and Colion is a (Gangsta)
But
learn bout them taxes and buy a home on my own
Real niggas already talked bout this before
But you ain't ever hear it from me, so here's some more
Radio
alright, alright, you get it
You get it so it's 8 PM, I'm about to record
At Hans Zimmer studio, i'm a little
Nervous 'cause this is my first time
With
to show my appreciation
A 3 minute track, every bit of my concentration,
So I sit down, and endure what I endure,
Your music is my life, but suddenly it's
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
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