Lyrics:
I please
I know I'm the master
10,000 hours, I did it already
I make it look easy
My wave so steady
Laying back
I'm just trying to vibe and ease
No
on me
I represent two percent and you're like the other ninety
(This is Glory)
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
David, I love you
I fucking love you
I fucking love you, fuck
Hey, woah, woah, woah
Don't do this, don't do this
You fucked me four times
Today in South Central violence is an all-time high
Due to the terrorist group ATL
You might label them as being a menace to society
Now it's
you see is the master through the pupils (Yes)
And I'm back with the voodoo (Uh)
You a bottle of Yoohoo
Set backwards, now who you?
Your resistance
please take these shackles off of my feet and let me go
Long time coming
Mentally, physically, emotionally, this misery is so chaotic
It throw me from my
TrueStory this is the Holy Ghost.
Listen I want you to speak to
My people that publicly praise me
But secretly stop believing.
They've become masters
national policy based on what we know in our hearts is morally right
We cannot buy our security our freedom from the threat of The Bomb
By committing
Meeeee
This is the era thats cutthroat
Where the smell of flowers is over powered by gun smoke
And you might die if you call the popo
And alot of chicks is
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
just see a lot a chains round here
Gold nooses, love ain't a thing round here
Whoa
I don't have a lot of time left
Being afraid to love is childish
You
to El Patron get some chips and queso
They say Taco John's is better
But we know that's not the case-o
We're still driving 'round town with no set
But time went by, we start to talk
Your witty quips between class walks
Staying up and hearing your laughter
Made me fall for happily ever after
You
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
This is the last time, they tell me I ain't built for it
This the last time, don't see me on the billboard
This the last time, don't see me drunk
takes you by surprise
It's just a dream you feel you've realized
You're the master of your destiny
As time keeps moving on for you and me
You don't
se mayas'sar woh ghadi ho
(I wish! That time is filled with such fortune)
Jab aaon Madine me to har chaak girebaan
(When I come to Madinah, every
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why
Battery dead
Socially drained
Room full of friends
Going insane
Why am I here
Is stuck in my brain
Heading home
Bout time that came
To be honest
the time has come
Will I win or fall?
Victory is on my mind
Could it ever be what I have found?
Now the gates are open wide
I must enter the arena
It
the time in
My come up it's on the horizon
Sun in the Jamaica I'm shining
You already know that it's blinding, come on
Over nine thousand, bar is still
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