Lyrics:
implacable rocks that form our
Mountain ridges are
Being crushed and folded by forces
Which will take millions of years to
Shape them these are the forces
This
it will receive over 40
000 likes
"It ain't really time to get married
Yet we're still learning each other
Feeling each other out" Meek Mill
Meek has
acting
Whoever that test they gon’ get it
We spit it right one take boy no edit
We set it whenever it’s time to rock it
No doubt sink ‘em all eight ball
blush
Her crisp eyes that'll make a player quick to rush
Don't you say too much, she said I'll make you hush
By the grace of God, see we had a class
you couldn't
Pay for your studio time
You should've hollered at me
I will pay for that it's nothing
Only I can war with me, I'm the best
You're not
icy cold
Put a price on niggas' head
For that shit you said
Got back so we boomerang, watch what you say
Hot shit'll spray, in a box you will lay
Know
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
forbidden, par, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny
Boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah
Roll Cadillacs
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah
Roll Cadillacs
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
very close, I will tell you why
(Hood) Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock (rock), so bring
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
De-pro-gram!
Riot!!!!!!!
Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Your soft rock diet
Radio-fuck
Radio-fuck
Radio
We will not be quiet
Quiet
We will not
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
View Lyrics: Mic Rob ~ Mind Bomb
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HEY
MY MIND GONE
I JUST
like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house,
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh
Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh
Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh
Soul Radio
(P-p-please don't go away)
I don't want you to go
and
Gold down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
this song (x2)
Pretty hard rock for talking about God you say?
Well I will pray to God that way everyday
The topics here are so messed up
Except when
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