Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a demon, When you showed up it was the
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a engine, When you showed up it was the
Traduzione: Kind Of Like Spitting. Spin.
spit it straight from the set Give it to em all as lavish as lavish can get First topic is monetary Can you handle cash? The test is kinda scary Cause
later watch the pastor pray God forbid You don't know how hard it is Me and my brother we didn't come up like no Cosby kids We got together like "Man
their family address, release a mailer" (dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed human kind consuming booze and gut fuel, till they cruised across the line) I spin
rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer Spin around tornado lust for the words Rap it up, light dope, fly like a
The mic let me clutch it thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid fuck it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot upon the
the '80s! My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily! [Eminem:] Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby, " screamin' Shady 'til I die Like
m hitting ya Slobs slide dead once the 4-4 gets to spin up And fillin' up snoop M-U-T's Breakin' new lives down to their goddamn knees Don't like it ?
I get dome Every where I go These hos can't find me Chilling at the club bitch you know we get highfy Bottle full of bub Yea I'm feeling kinda nice
shit My 9 spit Glory, what All that fame shit ain't shit Same shit as the last niggas who spit past hits, bastard Who ain't have a father figure So you was raised like
rap niggas how They can get on stage and rap like that How you expect to get pussy after the show with crap like that I bring the element, I remember like
Your crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga
stay low I approached the podium, and delivered my encomium Nobody applauded the atmosphere was ominous They feared I would spit, they don't like when
sign an autograph for the last time The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin' in my head Every color in America bled Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet Then spit
dat den (Say dat den) [D-Shot] You hollered at me, ya like the way I hold fame You choose me, you like the way I spit game Feelin' me, the way that I