[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"] Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah [Bizzy Bone] Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven sign, revolution rebellious, totally out of line I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic Thank my lucky stars, remember to say my graces, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they get offended 'cous Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................
HATA BİLDİR
|
Yorum Yapın