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featuring Krondon, Homeboy Sandman, Guilty Simpson and Jonwayne (Verse) To chill a homie, ghost face Kill it, roll it, not fine to leave. Wizard of words in sheets, sterile is obsolete Walk up, pit it, psychic range, sweaty palms is on defeat. This slurge speech I take with all the great soul, in to see To all the archery, aim out for the heart to eat. Act right, activists plans without the pharmacy Courtery, Sean Connery, mile's honesty. Pops' tendency to get unreal, Denyble, unstoppable, models get in the car. Problems, no, I got cages, but fast I can't drink em all, Could be stuck cooking that raw in the kitchen kissing that wall To the all sit up might down, with the back at that black fall Explode, explanation to save a soldier soul Can't wait for the pain of a wetter rain, air coat Maintain, guess a nigger never told you. I'm a gun told, movie goer, fans of rock and roll To the money sends the two way Motorola. Snow bunnies on a two day lay over International roller, enter nation rollers Beating till the wheel fell over and get the bottom smoking Rapping eye got the us open More trees that east Oakland, overseas flowing. Songtexte When me at the mic is like the place get like oh, yeah We get that, we get that, we get that globe. You, name droppers, I am no star for you to swam, I'm a storm, you ain't feel the raindropper The fame make my friends pop up, I'm free, fuck us all, put the big B, spell my name proper. Half head stroke, taking pieces of troll, So I write rp pieces for half pole. They like four leaves clovers that can't go They go for the gas, though. It's bad time in these late nights I'm trying to do dinings and eat right There ain't no time toring for seeing sights See for go hard, seek while I'm eating rice. All, I should eat some rice It's public speaking, seeking a bigger size. Ain't a creature with its feet my snicker's size Least that is Jesus Christ. When me at the mic is like the place get like oh, yeah We get that, we get that, we get that globe. (Verse) Take a look, my story probably will never make it to the books, but it's still important. Tell of a giant that used to sit doorman Cause I was reliant on people that I saw wouldn't support. And I was poor and the sorrows of my pity Rolling through my city, waiting on a mystery to hit me. Epiphany d, then I lid it Fire or desire, rewire to achieve higher Speak by with the clean tires Doin dirt while they moving work, My words moving, sounds of the universe. But we don't talk it, we do it first, With no regard for who it hurts D and A out a genius. I write a stupid verse and make it sound brilliant Taking down buildings, king kong, sing songs to high ceilings Savage bros brought in civilized living Going time given, I rhyme different Never with a side shifting, stay true. Fake is what I can't do, so make room In the conversation with the great sum. On the sees that we make bloom Win as God children, take over the building I used to be a villain and now I'm just chilling I don't move to the cake moves Sum it up, we can't lose. When me at the mic is like the place get like oh, yeah We get that, we get that, we get that globe. I work with what I have, sometimes is not enough, Crush the mic like a brush and paint the city up Pour it in reserve, higher than a gang of birds, Rocking, fitted cap, start to jack, is the Gucci first. I'm drinking weed like I never knew the verse I hold the palm in my universe Dropping knowledge like my brain is about to burst Turn up the decibel until it hurts Working till the people write in my check and move the desk Because my rhymes hit you later like an edible Next level like an elevator, going up, That's what is going down, okay that line was lazy, bro The realest dude design the sky and I hold my tride in Like Poseidon, summerging in some violence. And all you see is four rappers going dummy With Karriem banging drums like the energizer bunny. Oh no, wait, I'm not finished, I blew up all my tires And my brakes is still mousquitish But shit, I can kill these fucking beats speaking guiddish If you wanna come and book me, speak to witness. This last support for you rappers is diminished You're scared of my talks, cause I'm beating like a gremlin. Thanks giving every day, no ceiling, bitch. Aus Songtexte Mania