Target cart is hard to push beaming Racks on racks on racks you can't see me Hustle for the credit, my debit is un-seemingly I'm sippin' on that hard til' my devil is a genie Cuz' off ten grand, I tripped, got greedy 2 step rep, black tee, why me? trees Blowing out the maxima I can't see But THEY SEE ME Rap lyrics, my spirit is ungrounded Black Paisley is us cuz' we found it Keep hands off, or boss you'll get grounded I play nice til' I get pushed Then it's off to the motherfucking races More black friends than white, more gay than straight So who's shaking? Shook ones rolled on- we roll deep the twenty twelve death-row-records, with more conscience 2 tone rebel, grayscale maims so I'm off my color wheel shit, and insane Or so says the doctor, but fuck that asshole I'm off PAXIL I cracked my shackles So I'm back in this motherfucking bitch Dick feeling 10 times longer than it prolly ever is I'm not one for bragging brashly But on the humble I banged 2 girls named Ashley Pitch me down 'til I put em' on their ass-cheeks Incendiary commentary, I'm a gas leak "E-dub how you livin'?" what they ask me "Pretty good, baby girl. What's yo' ass need?" I'm on top of every hill even when I'm falling down Flushing every pill cuz' the nature is my sound Smoking megan's goods cuz' it helps to slow me down When my mind is racing, I lean on myself and family Throwing elbows, rights and left Spencer Hawes in the paint I pick up what's left While I stunt in my Grammy pose, my two tone polo knit sweater- straight from the Goodwill I'm cold blooded, used to be nice but that's done with Depression made me hard, gleemon- NEX'D ugly Shouts to the gamers, euro-teenagers I get love from the truth and whose shameless Waiting for a bad review, keep waitin' I'm too live for that shit, and impatient Check up on some hipster girls who might blog in Fishtown I'm still not sure who--------------------------------------------------------------------} It's no problem, I use bloggin' - in a metaphorical way cause I'm boggled By the type of, stupid shit that we love And how I'm guilty Simpson of that new dub So we keep changing, huh, rearranging, huh 'Til we beaten down so hard we're just aimless Numb from the pain so forget about beef Black Paisley 2012, World Metta Peace Two tone rebel, grays don't fades I know I'm from the future and the future looks great I wear my P cap, I'm never gonna trade I love Charm City getting busy on a train Chains and Tux, I love the uh Out in public, out in London where the love is lust Two-toned to the death of me, fucking with some destiny And I ain't talking children and strippers and killing apathy Not the rapper, the adjective actually The action or lack thereofTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
