I rock on and on and on and on And niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on That's right, they go on and on and on and on I rock on and on and on and on And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning I rock on and on and on and on Ah, come on, Greasy
Took a little time but brought It back for the real heads Feels real good to be up Back in the building The lack of the spectacular Was crushing your soul yeah Miraculous the lack of risk Amongst all the foes here The awesomest of misses New submission to history, reminiscing on The generations pissing in Dixie, cups I carry with me, all the souls, so the kids be Atta girl go getters, incredible "know the ledges" broads I'm a legend, call John, nigga ask him And every motherfucker's taking bronze rapping With Jeannie on a track its really leaning to harassment I am wrong class, NO I'm an original iconoclast, monotone Monochrome clothes, with her mama's ass Sly Stone, Everyday People Colon comma dash That's a profile of me as an emoticon I know it's clever baby, because I wrote the song
Every day I'm unmistakably high-er You would think I had some coke or mary jane On my rider, nope Only dope is fire up is blokes that I rival Even though they mostly hate the quotes they know they inspire I'm too dope to retire I'm too broke to be tired I'm supposed to be flyer , not remotely weak either Climbing over these liars laying lower each lineup Rhyming over reason find her praying rosary kind of, like Miners, Chilé Divine bust, really The rhymes blessed, dressed as the madonna With frilly, ruffled black lace gloves And tucking a macmilly, in her clutch bag actually What's so bad? Blasphemy? Kill me then, silly I'll sell more records, and Still be getting busy The afterlife beckons with the cash I reckon Maul like wrecking balls, y'all better recognize Bad when you see it y'all
You don't really wanna say, fuck Jean, right? Cause I'm the motherfucking (A) A+ dean type To make a ruckus then blame it on all the (B) B's (C) seize, (D) deez nuts, bitches, these stunts (E) Ease back man (F) Eff y'all I'm a G (H)hate I, J, (K) 'kay, take the L with (M)'em, fake N-O way Please Pass the (P) peas like they used to say I'm Q in Juice, you (R)are (S)escargot Snails pace, you gon fail the race I (T)tee off (U)You stay sub par You got your V out, at the W bar (X) Xavier's school is where I'm laying my head Talented, yes gifted, is the Grae with the pen (Y) Why... say less I stay in the best Listed top ten while you drift into (Z)zed I'm ZenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
