Lyrics:
said put the gun up
You say you be out on your block, so we spun it
All out the window, I didn't see nothing
A trip to Miami, we stay for the summer
Just
Tina
I been lookin' for this bitch number damn
No this rhyme is weak
This is week I remember
This bullshit right here (My book of rhymes)
Gandhi was
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
here, saints patiently wait, waiting for the sound of the trumpet, so we can get
A chance to stand in judgment outside Heaven's gate
For some, it will be
this is Tuesday night, I'm bowlin'
If you've got somethin' to sell your wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'
If it's anybody else wait for the tone you
I'll save my love for love in a land called far away
Until then well, love, your heart's gonna have to wait
When I find my love that I will love every
ol' boys getting autographs
In Cincinnati, I know you heard
I got fined for the cuss words
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man
can't just be therapeutic for me when it was always meant for you
Self care
Ayo Clark, let's switch it up on 'em one time
Let's take 'em to church!
Yeah
constructing the ark, whenever the chiefs of his people passed by him, they made a mockery of him
He said, If you mock us, so do we mock at you likewise for your
Look
You need to be ready
Ready for the bars your going to hear
Ready for what your about to hear on the record
Cos i'm bout to give you a hit
That
this is Tuesday night, I'm bowlin'
If you've got somethin' to sell your wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'
If it's anybody else wait for the tone you
what that's hot I can feel that listen
You know what write your number down
Write it down for me
Right let me write it
Let me write you know what about
Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]
I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 99.9% swear by
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
endangering your life
Beefing with me, endangering your life
This percocets 30, just might take my life R.I.P. Juice, 999
You already know, real legends don't
Is called next level I still debate
If I can reach the goal that's innate
To be like the goats I idolize
Or if I'll just meet my demise
Grindin' to be
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
To the music business. Thank you"
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey
Take a number, wait your turn
And while you wait I hope you learn
That I'm the one you need to win
So take a number and try again
Saw you from down
Now they're saying that it's more severe
The epidemic hidden by the pandemic
Snapchat's a new source for kids to get it
Dope boys don't care
It's your
Which niggas is wack 'til they last two tracks
Matter fact, y'all could wait for the rep to tell
The tall-tale, how he escape from out the depths
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
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