Lyrics:
It’s me
For those that say I don’t have a dance track
Feel this
Move your body make you shake that thing wey you get (Get)
Let the music enter your
Fuck around and take a Perc'
ShittyBoyz big drip
Pay the sleeve for the shirt
No, I'm not matching weed
You can come match these blues
No, you're not
Universal and WEA
Only four labels in the music industry bruh
All radio controlled by two companies
Just two rap magazines
Read between the lines
Hip-hop used
nine-eleven for EMS
Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like PMS
I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster
When I blast your ass like NASA
love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds
I'll never forget
I am eternally yours
I'm yours
This voodoo music
For your entertainment
Blood moon
Christ's body
I'm the most disloyal changeling
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
say been avoiding
Tell 'em quick same shit, different toilet
They know where we're headed
And they know in what direction
Then start askin for
Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig
words and music
Make it a better place for generations to come
The person that would stop me is yet to be born
And if God is with me, tell me who can be
you're acting like fools
If there's music we can use it
We need to dance
We don't have no time
For psychological romance
No romance
No romance
No romance
burst
And we're pissed if he ain't in the dirt
67 MOB, still do it in shoes and shirts
Ask God to pray for my sins
But I still had a hammer at church
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
the time out of guilt
Cause everything that I say can be taken in a negative or positive way
I'm always searching for the words in the crate
Self doubt was
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
to fuck y'all up for life, and loud hums
Celebrate the little things while you're around 'em
Can't out do what can't be out done
And wherever y'all pull
You and I we comin' up, we don't do it for the clout
We don't post our pictures, people know by word of mouth
You my sunshine permeating stormy clouds
the many ego rifts
We're fiending for the INKdrip
Like it's a perfect fit
A year long myth
Where one mind drifts
On its birth day gifts
Of multiple
today asMr Foot
But anyway, Jo Jinnan Jr was dropped into the eazy bake oven
Where he was cooked for an extra 4 seconds but this time
When he came out
Running 4 da music
Running 4 da show
R U 4 da fury?
No No No No No
Turning 4 da music
Turning 4 da show
R U 4 da fury?
No No No No No
We bet! Ma
still recording in my basement
Nerdcore is ours, I told you we would take it
Four albums later, we're building quite a legacy
No it wasn't painlessly, so
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
to learn
Please come to me about your concerns
I'll shower you with love and those positive words
A year and a bit in
I'm at Uncle Brennan's crib
Telling
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