Lyrics:
said it's all way too poetic but oh wait
Jesus said, lives matter and the hymns and rhymes
Are deep and far as wide
And glide like highs and fines, like
your business and hurt your feelings
Okay, for thinkin' it's okay to rhyme that way
You'll be P.O.W., M.I.A.
And I'm seven steps ahead of you, five
your imagination, niggas catchin' a blur
I'm like the ________,
my rhymes come together like clockwork
perfect is the only way to word it
energy excerted
Really wanna rumble got
My day ones
By my side only family how we ride
I've been shoveled through the dirt
From the bottom to the top if you
Ever heard my
I been drinkin whiskey till I get the spins
It’s no way to live you should take it from me kids
Im Trynna live right but I lost my mind again
So I
niggas are acting wit very cool lines
(That boy he ain't wit the shits)
U rap about guns it sounds good in a rhyme
(But that boy ain't shootin shit)
See
The bad outweighs the good every time
Feels great chasin' money
Feels better when I rhyme
In our day to day lives
It's tough living with poor pockets try
the noise?
The only difference now is how they sound and rhyme
And have a rhythm rather than a constant burning grind
I live by music like religion yet
I also
World of illusions, smoke & mirrors all around
Shattered by the Alazarin sound
Unbound by the laws of the past
Unchanged by times changing fast
I'm
Live it up. Give it up. Feel it when it bumps
Live it up. Give it up. Feel it when it bumps
Live it up. Give it up. Feel it when it bumps
Put 'em up.
Yeah
Who cares if I live but it's do or die
Fuck the world, stay on our grind
In the studio whippin' up like pie
I can't explain, can't explain
It's
of winter no spring
Cold nights make me numb no sleep
Lie to me that I know all what it means
Only way to get by cause I don't know why
Why I feel pain deep
that season He's upheaving these lies cause there's no rhyme or reason behind why these heathens from other side stay scheming to die;
Leading their
monetary
Gain in this vain universe
Pain keeps me sane, choose to live!
Many choices hundreds of voices
I'm a soldier hunted by demons
I pray wisdom will be
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
Growing up I knew something's would change
Had to learn the hard way & that's ok
Live it up cause I knew I was on my way
Back yard bbqs that's every
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
Light a match in my soul, they tryna bring the rain
Any bridge that I burned always lit the way
I shoot the truth then watch it ricochet, y'all just
(I wish we could stay to see what happens)
We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end
Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
[Micah]
It all began on 2-10, 1975
Keeping it live, only a strong mind survive
A controller of the rhyme since the age of 9
Now I'm two of a kind,
the skill to bust a dope rhyme
All my homies died or caught the penzo
Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos
Livin that life that we thought was it
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
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