Chorus I took this time to gripe hear this rhyme I write let me clearly define my life Verse 2 Bubba Fats is the truth, the raps out of Proof It's
Traduzione: Prova. Definire la mia vita.
seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my
and believe it true The only way to stop the word is at you My lips stay statue stiff unless seen My word the ya way my way, na'mean [x4] [Vocal Sample
the reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point... the living proof
s Holy, you can catch the shekana breezing' By whoever disses Christ than bowed and seize ?em He's holy, man, the culture needs him And can't define life
traveling time Alien life form mail in a pipe bomb Deltoid life long I write songs Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof When I vanish leave my
and kept my feet on the ground So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord To define
mind and define what is true to you Hold your plan tight, something like paper to glue I keep it fool proof, set up a base for my youth When it's all
after book Taking a look At trying to define You I was lookin? for proof of Your life Wondering why I couldn?t verify You Then You came and You spoke to my
and ponder design a rhyme Then sign on the dotted line rewind and find the bell wind and chime It define why I'm gettin better in my prime Spit shine
!) Make a madman go chase the life And vacate his faith and go browse the proof But your shops got gates in front, the basic hunt Your ligaments thicker than possum meat You possibly, define
proof That's Badia Jeter she said it the sweetest I'm a spokes model on the runway for Jesus See, our job Is to find life and define life without going
gamblin' grands, me and my mans We got the block on watch for them D's in them vans Now that's my word, that's my word Twenty a gram, fuck that, thirty
aina??t easy But if you can turn your wounds into living proof that youa??ve survived the fight and you no longer defined To a life that's defined by
the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point, the living proof
never seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin' Catch my
either hit or miss no intermission and intermission is on A light goes on an idea to volunteer my time, my mind, my rythme defines the finer things in life
