the mic is the anti-depresser Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes we need this The best is yet to come and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego
Started from the lyrics till we found the verses That can bridge us through Baby we could be the greatest love song You truly complement my style Sorta like a good rhyme
me And thisis -- I'm out (krs sample plays in background) Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my grandmomma Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt stella My
where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at? Where my bitches at? All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do? My
shit But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond, gettin' passed as coal So, fuck off Shit With my pants half hangin' off my
5 is the reason why they lock my the key So if you ain't throwin' then you need to catch a chorus Keep switchin' timbs, keep trees like a forest Deal with the rhymes like my
Isn't it funny, how money can make a lot of people change? Freakin', my friend, but I telling you, you wait You better not waste my time I got better things on my
how money can make a lot of people change? You think you're my friend? Blud, I'm tellin' you you aint. You better not waste my time I've got better things on my
I T E 'Cause MTV was so friendly to me Can't wait 'till Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips bitch, what? My
another one bit the dust Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts It disgusts
never my object for someone to get killed Why would I wanna destroy something I help build It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good I went through my
I wasnt scared out my mind you call it rhymes I call it clearing out my mind was just a young boy staring out my blind till I got free from my momma
to" F-ck 'em, I let the dice roll like my father did I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
My My, My, My, My, My, My beat forever 4 4 4 4 Ever My My, My, My, My, My, My beat forever 4 4 4 4 Ever My My, My, My, My, My, My beat forever 4 Ever
Kat, on some Tic-Tacs But I'm a Big Mac, cuz I'm G Rap Fully equipped with a hip hop lip My memory bank is like a microchip My bass will give a shake
want my slim hips so I'm a slim figure The white girl says my hips are not big enough And yo, Doc, inject the collagen and make my lips bigger All of
your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so
people see my name upon the headstone Leave her be for five minutes dudes try to dive in it first They want to spit on my name and tarnish my image