through life with a social disease gone sour. could make you feel like you're fuling a world with now power. over yourself. i'll write myself this letter
be two levels on top of them Proper, ain't no stoppin him when I'm droppin em Chopper, I chop em in them bread crumbs and get they head numb Fuck around
from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken How you lookin' in them dirty ass Nikes With a 15 year old chicken head
This jam is for the real rappin fans To put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your hands The nod in your head and the hump in your back With a uncontrollable
you took em by surprise, you roll those crazy eyes, like the letter, the things inside your head i can't make up my mind, you know that that's a lie
a failure Points out a my nine kick off dem head like Zidane an Olivera Aya aya aya (die nuh) As a fail yeeeh yeh eh Gunshot pull out him head like letta
' into? I don't think so I grab your hoe and hit the door Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row The L to the B blockin' out the third letter (?) Before
Well I wake up this morning I rolled out of bed I felt like a dog who's been kicked in the head Checked out my mail there was letter that read Love
There's a middle-aged woman, she is dragging her feet, she carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the
Yo Ant, kick the beat you just kicked a little while ago... [VERSE 1] I bitchslap rappers so hard it give em whiplash You fuckin with sleeveless t-shirts
per session You lazy and you wanna be the best? You crazy! Poet Laureate is reserved for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the
'm cappin When I pull out that gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im
m hearing you talking I'm hearing it often, go get in the coffin I feel like I'm big as a shark and I'm finna rip the limps off the littlest dolphin Head
wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head
Hip Hop Game [Verse 1:] When the fire spits it'll fry your entire wig and expire clicks I'm trying to dip and grind, hit those notes that Mariah hits I, kick
smashed I'm gettin, head in the whip, and I won't even crash I'm sayin, niggaz don't fuck no mo', all we get is head Niggaz don't play with bread and
samurai, but in your boti boy head boom bye bye. O = Lonnie B Yo! Every since a brother went solo I've been known to grab the microphone and kick the
one I love but you didn't even know I looked through my letters to make me feel better I could tell your little tears dried up on the letter I miss you
