Lyrics:
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very
Premier scratches]
"Boston niggaz don't play.." ".. live and direct son"
"The crew is sayin somethin.." ".. you know the deal"
[Verse Two]
Will them dogs
the way live from 2-1-5
(Across the map, one time for your...) All the way live from 2-1-5
(Its time to react to respond to react to respond) All the way
y'all feel out there?)
Too Damn Hype
(Oh yeah!)
In the place to be
The 1989 Too Damn Hype posse
What are we?
Too Damn Hype
I can't hear y'all
What we're?
Can’t hang out with the crew
They know just how we do
Hell naw I ain’t worried bout you
Catch me cooling, catch me fooling
With your girl she always
on this Earth has no bearing on their own death
Death by RNG, it's how everyone goes
Death by RNG (This is humans personified!)
Everyone who lives will die
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
I'm crossin' the I's and T's
I know you couldn't hide from me
Most of your lives and it's fine by me
If you do time for the rest of your life
Know
Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
If you can hear me ladies and gentlemen
Then I'm very happy that you came here
Ooh, ooh-wee
That was for Brooklyn
But we are the ones getting all the salutes
Some niggas very weak like VW
They only find strength when they roll in a crew
My hun is a baddie, she used
not defined by the body that we are "in"
Or rather, the body that we "are"
Then we can, in turn, learn to live governed not by the external stimuli our
is bright
Blind gain sight when I guide by the light
Everybody trying to have the time of their life
They live for the day then die by the night
One
was his immediate reaction,
Chorus
“So many of my men needlessly died, your hubris, your greed because you had lied.” (2x)
(Beat Change)
V11 Woman 4
niggas ain't carin'
Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales
niggas ain't carin'
Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
about
Well, Prince lives here, we've got 10,000 lakes
But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are
And we're not infested with pretentious movie
that's DPS
Don't lose sight, built in GPS
We are the very definition of the well dressed
Don't need mementos
Always on beat keeping up the tempo
Stealing
off in this bitch
No ceilings fuck ha, now we do what we do
And I go by Witty we record as a crew
Gonna stay here all night past
A quarter to two
And if
we are, we are
Too Damn Hype
One and ehm
And two ehm
Every Friday night we like to cool at the jams
And if the MC ain't workin, I smack the mic
'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
and deliver 'til
They pump my liver
And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self
But I'm fine
I'd rather live by what I live by
Then die when I'm fine
I'm gonna
think I'm pretty?" she asked
"Yes, of course, but there's something else
There's more than your looks"
"People are always accusing me
Of being pretty do
and five by five
They live
Six by six by six
You die
And now the hearts are beating
a rhythm that is out of time
as the beat pounds relentless
these
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