What's the basis when rappers don't know the basics? Still not takin' advice from those I wouldn't trade places with.
Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.
Question: Why is that MC's be wack And major labels wanna sign that crap? A-yo...funk that!
I can't relate to livin' less than great.
Funny how things change when you got a liquor in ya: You're quicker with the tongue, givin' me rhythm now. Block the music and the people out to admire the love, The nerve of us...impervious to the entire club. And like marijuana shotguns, let's blow this joint, It's pointless to stay here, so let me anoint.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is; No love for them other crews and rival kids. All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is, And if they don't? They need to buy a watch, word up.
You used to be fly, but you crashed your plane.
Life is like a box of chocolates, you fill your body with toxins, And amoxicillin and penicillin to cure your illness. But in realness? These medical companies will get you monthly Prescribing me pills that make me ill, just to comfort me.
I show more blind rage than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage.
Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.
Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale, Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel.
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith, Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face.
War's extremely serious and it saddens me.
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night, Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
Commentating, illustrating, description giving, adjective expert, analyzing, surmising musical myth seeking people of the universe, this is yours.
I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust, Then give you a $80 gift certificate to Pussies "Я" Us.
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.
Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions, All destructive criticisms that can't improve on perfection.
This game is lame, the music comes second So you can save that stupidness for all them artists you checkin. Popularity don't last long, I'm in it for classics, Cause the other side of the biz is fake and it's plastic.
We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional.
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from?
This is my time, this is my hour, This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power. If it's my reign, then it's my shower, This pole position...I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours.
You heard about, through word of mouth, Big Bird is out, he's in the house. He's turnin' up, with Snuffleup, They're really gettin' their hustle up. They stick together like Velcro, There Grover go, there's Elmo. And Cookie Monster there, look he likes To take selfies with his cell phone. They got a homegirl named Abby, Her last name is Cadabby, I showed her my report card, She said, 'Not too shabby!' They got all types of cool kids there, It's lots of fun if you live there, One thing I keep forgettin' about Sesame Street... How do you get there?
Every time I write these words they become a taboo, Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true, Living my life in the margin, and that metaphor was proof.
A day to God is a thousand years, Men walk around with a thousand fears. The true joy of love brings a thousand tears, In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.
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