Lyrics:
By michael mcdonald
You say sometimes you feel like searchin'
For what you think you need
If you go searchin' for life's reward
You'll wind up
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
rock on)
We keep going
Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between
rock on)
We keep going
Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between
on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
And as he bounced the last track
He forgot to leave the autotune on
Woo scary
Come on grandpa that's a lame story
Yeah
Do you have anything that's
You're the horror Michael Jackson
Dragging over every track
And I don't mean your damn suit
Always let your victims escape
Like they're fast food
my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin'
like my name
Was Michael Phelps or somethin' (For real)
They can't do it by their self
They gon' need some help or somethin' (Huh?)
I got tall cash
Your
bring that up front if you want, I ain't fuckin around
Bring it on, I shut shit down
Now let me show you how to rock a beat properly
I'm cursed with
much to stomach
Bitches a set up these hoes come in dozens
Don't think wit ya dick and get turned to a caption
Be by my lonely I don't do the faking
I
you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed every time
Key in the ignition didn't turn all the way
Roaches on the dash didn't burn all the way
Still repeating old mistakes didn't learn all the way
Living
folks, they're keeping us divided by race, ho
For riots, looters, vaccine boosters, fuck Billy Gates and the track team shooters
No spoon of cotton, that
cctively attack,
The smacking track psycho.
clfred Hitchcock
Meets Mr. Myers Michael
Damn!
I don't think you understand.
I cycle through hits
That kick like
To gore Northport's '84
Here is '84: Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy!
Wake up the Orwell in me
Crack rock, anyway, seventeen summers in
time on tracks for explosions!
While society’s acting dotage, making heroes out of racist,
Like Al Jolson, Donald Trump, Michael Richards, Hulk Hogan!
Never wasting, time on tracks for explosions. While society’s acting dotage, making heroes out of racist, Like Al Jolson, Donald Trump, Michael Richards,
Now I'm the Fresh Prince
And if you got good sense
You'll keep your distance
Because my sole intent
Is to rock and shock the
Spot and give my all,
the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never get in the way, I don't
your eyes
Music disciple, call me Michael, it's a cycle
Placing future generations on the mic, you all
Challenging the world to rise from calamity
the summer time shawty won't let all your hair down
And I'm gonna rock the stage when i pull up to ya town
Rockstar city
Rockstar city
Rockstar city
Rockstar
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