Yeah, I'm gonna take it light. Yeah, D E L in the house, funky, funky. Funky, funky lyrics, check this out. . I contemplate a rhythm with a hunch. Swing and give a punch and put a fraud out to lunch.
The same ol' thing all over the world. The same ol' thing, got to get 'em wit it. The same ol' thing, MCs out there got. The same ol' thing so let me tell ya 'bout it.
[Intro]. Sample from the chorus: "When I'm A Kid" by Demis Roussos. . Let's go back, back, back. To when they use to shapeshift. And shift rap back. Before I picked up the mic.
[erick onasis]. Yeah, check it out. Where eazy at man? (I think he over there dude). Where he at? damn (oh aight cool). Yo, I'm the rocka man (who? ).
It's the return of the lyrical lunatic still kickin' rough shit. What you say, I'll slap your stank ass, bitch. I shake and build my craft like an architect.
Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker. (West West y'all). Yeah, L.A. niggas. L.A. niggas rule the world nigga. Y'all niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?.
City slicker, what's the definition. Cavi waves, fresh fades, spank kicks and. Spank shirt man listen. The type of ladies out here be so pretty you wanna kiss em.
(featuring Bilal, Jorge Ben Jor, Positive Force & Talib Kweli). . [Jorge Ben Jor] (scat singing). . [stic.man]. (to the ancestors). can't keep quiet. this time gon' be more than a riot (to the warriors).
Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez. Song Sharp Shooters. Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520. [email protected]. . (stic.man). Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it.
Know what I'm sayin. Life is like a game of basketball. They just want niggas to run jump and shoot. . chorus:. . The game of life is a struggle to survive.
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose. Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools. I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose.
She wasn't born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,. staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.. feeling pressured by the public.. She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach..
(Click Click Click, sshh). . Somebody turn the lights off.. Sometimes my eyes are hollow and sleepy. Somebody turn the lights down.. Sometimes my skin wishes I was somewhere else.
[Intro:]. I can't do this shit, not another day. So sick of being broke. [Hook:]. In the morning I wake up, I'm tryna get a check up. I'm Sick of being broke (I'm so sick of being broke).
(Talking). {Bootleg}I got some bad news for you Tony.. {Tony}Whut choo got?. {Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment.. {Tony}Whut you mean?. {Bootleg}We lost the whole shipment. The Columbian Drug Cartel.
Dog barking. . Verse 1. Snitchin bitches put them in ditches. you regret you missed em. Stand off his casket, in this basket, that's his momma kissing.
Yeah, bitch. Back in this motherfucker for 1994. Id, backstabba, and shoestring. And we ain't buyin shit. Ay this is for all those sack chasin hoes. Hey you can't smoke for free bitch.
ShoeString:. . A simple wish can get you killed and get you gone like this. Just put that pistol in his mouth and you won't ever miss. A simple wish is all I need and thats gone do the job.
Typed by: [email protected] send corrections here, PLEASE!!!. . (gong sound, people talkin in the background). . [Shoestring]. (talkin:). I'm ready to tell you my secret now.
I was like dag if I hear somebody brag. One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag. I'm a write back and tell them what they might lack. I ain't mad I just had to find where they minds at.