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[Pigeon John]
You need to pump your breaks Got these fools dribbling over my game like it's a dang drain Buddy, I make money and take money, it's all the same All lame individuals don't pay residuals You need to shut your mouth Don't get me wrong, it's two different things It's like rain and drought, It's like faith and doubt, It's like Cain without, Murdering ?????????????? Who's next? Rhyme great, smell good, find a ?????? Don't play hide and seek so call me a player hater Dope rhyme sayer, it's for what I'm known A hard act to pass like kidney stone Get your own, nobody wears ??????? Trying to steal my theme like the Fonz and James Dean Young, black, and mean similar to ?????? With my finger I can make sheets of paper sing ????? J. all day(???) Got these pretty ????? screaming and it's okay Baby, it's alright Daddy's back and about to smack who's wack and ask who's next? Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Me! And who's next to feel the rain of a tech? And who's next to feel the pain of a death? Who's next to live life, next to get a wife Next to sell out, next to lose their sight? Next to dismiss and eventually get pissed Open their mouth without an element of risk Next to sign another wack contract And walk under a ladder in front of a black cat Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, My time to shine I gotta scratch and snatch up mine Time after, I rip tracks and spit disasters I ????? trying to act like your pastor React more like a possessed man ?????????? My raps score more than fly eligible bachelors Copycat style is still a page in this chapter Forever finding fans, for that fact I'm no actor Realist emcee when it comes to these words, I'm the factor. Wake up, wash up, brush your teeth Got caught asleep and your raps just stink Coming up against me, what did you think That I would just stand there, wouldn't even blink? That's why you dead wrong and I'm a live ???? Still breathing, with more rhymes to recite Like ?????? on ???, you just got checked Let's have a moment of silence for whoever's up next Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next who's, Next... yeah. Good job. |
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| 4:21 |
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Heeve! Ho!
Heeve! Ho! Heeve! Ho! Heeve! Ho! On the walls of this street you find markets for my journal Due to this, ghetto people dig my lyrics like turtles Call me circle; infinity And sweating ????????????? here to stay Many come and go ???????????? As my words linger as B.O and ?????? ????????????????????? and Red Fox ??????? AKA The Stone ???? Pilot Victorious until the clouds ??? rain violet |
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| 3:33 |
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And who you is homie,
And what it is homie, Why don't you go ahead and lay some of that funk on me Now I've been rapping and speaking In Puerto-Rican for deacons and people freaking in club But it's the love that I'm seeking Eleven years in the weekend in the making, I'm taken beatens For ??, but ?? Caucasians, Jamaicans, even Asians You name it, this probably happened because of rapping The roof was on fire at once but now it's collasping The actions taken by my attorny don't turn the head of the head of the head of the company And this really troubles me What in the heck are we gonna do about our circumstance We can stay and walk away. either way it hurts our chance to advance [Chorus] Why everybody trying to pick on me Is it because my crew is legendary Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy Well come and find out so you can get shined out How many raps I gotta write, feels like the yellow brick road In '99 signed, put on hold not to be sold, and I'm told This is the business where nothing gets done What's the use of making songs if they will never see the sun Sometimes I run to the bible to restore my faith But the crew disagree saying "How long we gotta wait?" My faith to create great feels fake and frustrates My loves and my hates, my whole emotional state It makes me want to break to Amsterdam and face paint Build a private pirate ship, steadily rob a bank But thanks to my momma, got a conscious that's too strong I'm always doing right but somehow somethings going wrong [Chorus] Why everybody trying to pick on me Is it because my crew is legendary Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy Well come and find out so you can get shined out [Pigeon John] Another brick upon my face please Crazy situations only time I'm on my knees And I don't need ?????????????? Hold up, wait a minute Ok, well, ??????????????? excel. w-w-well, slow down, you ?????? See all I really want is to be rich and back slide Down the side of a mountain with the Gucci handglide Is that ???????????????, been good for feasible time And it's easy to slip and the return of the Son will earn Jesus some shine Right? Huh, Ok, well next idea: How about you work out a record deal Why not? God, you may fired. Why not a deal with Sire? God, you're frustrating me. You're hands created me, right? Then what I'm gonna do with this guilty that's just killing this mic [Chorus x 2] |
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It goes something like this,
DJs to wax spinning something like this I murder the English language without risks ????????????? don't really spit like this Take notes, my mind floats when I rip like this On some black fist ??? blow up the spot like this Find women often, do it softly like this See everybody's killing something, even flat lines like this Murderous music and then some, stab your ear drums Time and time again, befriend a serial killer fresh out the pen Spot me slow dancing with the faces of death Erasing the rest until there's nothing left I'm dirty rotten, the completely opposite of fresh Filthy mess with a sense of humor dark as my flesh Starving artist, ???????????????????????? When we out on tour, 187 on the dance floor We coming with the rhymes galore, 187 on the dance floor When you need someone to settle the score, 187 on the dance floor We leave the people screaming for more, 187 on the dance floor |
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| 3:33 |
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| 3:37 |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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I'm a champion, enhancing this anthem, up the ante some
Handsome graphic novels we rebel and revel action Axe to smash the place up, bring the demolition Still cage, rage, engage the competition Press pause. And accept your loss I studied all your flaws and you gets no applause Best believe in Santa Clause. Beat me? That's wishful thinking If you flinching then you ??? now you see why I'm ?????? Scattering emcees like broken glass after a riot Your lyrics are fat while mine in shape and on a diet Get it straight, I'm lifting weights and sifting crates for beats and breaks We create what you would take and imitate. You aggravate. I got a nasty approach, you get a hasty retreat You get smashed like a roach when you crawling at my feet Take a seat, learn your lesson, ask the Pope for a blessing, Tell the priest your confessing, now with UNO ????????????? Get on the bus, c'mon and ride with us Or else we're leaving you and we will supply the dust This ain't a game to us Approach the mic and bust And we will move the crowd C'mon and put your trust in the emcees (what?) The emcees (c'mon) The emcees (yeah) The emcees (what?) The emcees (uhh) The emcees (come on) The emcees (yeah) The emcees (wooo) |
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| 3:24 |
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Am I living a lie?
These people say "get what you deserve" Somebody on the other end flipping me the bird This will be the fourth time, maybe it's the third I'm looking for a job, no sign to record words I hate doing shows, makes me feel like a nerd These fools getting happy, got a call from ????? What that mean it's been some months I haven't heard Anything concrete opposite of a verb We stay still on the plank like we don't have the nerve Go against common sense taking steps backwards Away from this we fought so hard to get Owing everybody money, who's decision is this? By the time we split ten dollars, don't get fifty cents And it don't make sense. We depressed and tense, and can't fix The action of the consequence Enduring hard times in the L.A. Symph My niggas stuck like a stick in ice Frustrated like I lost the rent money playing with trick dice You see, I once had a dream, and now there's none The Source made me smile, now I feel dumb I feel old and young, inadequate and numb My fear's oppertunities not for some Maybe my minds not in tune with the moon and the sun I need a serious solution cause this here ain't fun The fools in the crew ain't close no more Niggas in the cliche ain't as tight as they use to be Things done changed, or maybe it's just me Blame it on the rain, or the music industry The fools in the crew ain't close no more Niggas in my cliche ain't as tight as we use to be Blame it o nthe rain, or the way that it must be |
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