m still waiting (Not a word that I wrote) Hoping I'm not wrong (Not a thing that I said) Second to the second Oh, oh, oh I'm sitting in a parking lot
s meaning Took some Neosporin and went back to his cleaning Thought I had a dream or else it was a movie Your mind can have a joint easy like jungle
a true from the inside? Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down? Like while I put my foot down stomp your city A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening
put my foot in your ass, up in the spot A beast break necks, that's right, you couldn't sit through I'm bone crushing on the mic like a pitbull Foamin
Cold, cold 1950 a year from now I'll be away a year from now you'll hear from me my chin on the water in the darkest time I'll cut through country, country
just like you I was a kid with a puzzle with missing pieces tryin to put it together dawg, you put it together You made me have to foot through the weather
the tip of Montauk Point. They call then rogues, they travel fast and alone. On hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong. What they call love is a
had been on the ramble And weary traveling he sat down to rest By the foot of yon mountain at a clear flowing fountain With bread and cold water he himself
out of the dark in my fatigue wit the dutch Spark still not Givin a fuck pull in again and make you do a semi to a tuck What now your funeral parlor is
got em wilding one of a kind By the King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully bully of rap Still ugly with the money running a trap Now they giving me dap
ILLEST LYRICALLY!!! I procured a small piece of the treasure Collections from a former era datin' back to forever The warrior became protector; take a
I want a twelve inch dick A Coupe, a chrome, and a money makin bitch [Verse 1: C-Bo] A 'Lac, front, back, man, I wish I had it In a brim, Rolex down
together) Holding a head full of that Minnesota pork And if I ever blow up, I wanna fuck Bjork (you know my stink) Let it rain, let it rain, let the water
gon' be a palace Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malace I'm movin things to the south A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a
with the metaphors Dilla told me 'Kat, keep your foot on they neck And don't even breath on a track unless they cuttin the check' A lot of suckers won
s thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart Want urine in your
see Love had to ask me where I got this heart Been here forever, so don't put a date on my art Balance wondered how this plan was executed A foot soldier
