Laze lyrics
Laze lyrics
"With a Pound Bro Lyrics"
Sodomy And Lust Lyrics
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust
Bass thick as the chunky milk your moms drinks
Toss a lyric at my boys to see what they think
Gots to keep on rolling with a stream of consciousness because
Consistent flows of thought are what I taught for efficientness
And though opinions are important and I take my criticism
If it's unsubstantiated the middle finger's what i give 'em
Taste a sliver of the lyrics I developed in my womb
A lyrical fetus to be delivered to the public soon
Dub it fool, dub it fool, get my shit known
'Cause I'm livin' in a glass house and I want to cast a stone
Maybe Sharon will guide me with her natural instinct
Prefer the basic 'cause the complicated gets extinct
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About the future of the music I'll use it to repair
The current condition of all the wack ass shows
And I'll end each one with a pound, bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro
How'd it happen I was rapping and my brain exploded
Thought I was freestyling and I was!I never wrote it!
If I wanna kick the lyrics off the top no one's gonna' stop me
Rock the show with a pound bro, it sounds so
Simple but the so-called lyricists
Couldn't freesty
Give me a topic and I'll rock it in an instant
Whether I sound near (or whether I sound distant)
Shouts go out to motherfucking M-W-C
And all the fools on the planet who supported me
I got too many lyrics, don't drown, yo'
End this bullshit this bullshit with a what, what?!
Check the crazy flow, from the crazy bro
Step to the stage and get beat by the lazy ho
Self-centered rhymes I'm the king of braggadocio
Grab the microphone and put the shit into motion
Always on my toes checkin' my back for backstabbers
But I'm strapped with a mic to smash a wack rapper
The hands clap I slap a fool across
Spray his ass with mace, eat him up and say my grace
The rhymes are woven like a tapestry in fact it's me
With the needle in my hand sewing and attacking the
Style biters rhyme reciters with the same sound
As I did last year when my peers put me down
But now they getting rave reviews and I still refuse
To believe it I achieved it last year and they makes me snooze
'95 is the year and I'm coming with a new sound so
Hurrikane, my motherfucker, gimmie a pound, bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust
Bass thick as the chunky milk your moms drinks
Toss a lyric at my boys to see what they think
Gots to keep on rolling with a stream of consciousness because
Consistent flows of thought are what I taught for efficientness
And though opinions are important and I take my criticism
If it's unsubstantiated the middle finger's what i give 'em
Taste a sliver of the lyrics I developed in my womb
A lyrical fetus to be delivered to the public soon
Dub it fool, dub it fool, get my shit known
'Cause I'm livin' in a glass house and I want to cast a stone
Maybe Sharon will guide me with her natural instinct
Prefer the basic 'cause the complicated gets extinct
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Wrack 'Em To Pieces Lyrics
You're the proud crowd waiting forthe guinea pigs to die somewhere tonight. You can't find the time to celebrate andyou have no goodbyes to give away. You are always telling lies,you never show me what you feel inside. You're boring, you're a waste of time.Please leave me and I leave you all behind. We decide what's wrong and right.We rather loose than fight. We're goi
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The foundation's always there and to show that I careYou're the proud crowd waiting forthe guinea pigs to die somewhere tonight. You can't find the time to celebrate andyou have no goodbyes to give away. You are always telling lies,you never show me what you feel inside. You're boring, you're a waste of time.Please leave me and I leave you all behind. We decide what's wrong and right.We rather loose than fight. We're goi
About the future of the music I'll use it to repair
The current condition of all the wack ass shows
And I'll end each one with a pound, bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro
How'd it happen I was rapping and my brain exploded
Thought I was freestyling and I was!I never wrote it!
If I wanna kick the lyrics off the top no one's gonna' stop me
Rock the show with a pound bro, it sounds so
Simple but the so-called lyricists
Couldn't freesty
Boss Man Lyrics
Big boss man! Won't you hear me when I call? Big boss man! Won't you hear me when I call? Yeah, you ain't so big bossman You just tall that's all! Yeah, Ya got me a?workin' boss man, Workin? around the clock! I wants a drink of water, But you won't let me stop! Big boss man! (big bossman) Won't you
le if it came out they pissBig boss man! Won't you hear me when I call? Big boss man! Won't you hear me when I call? Yeah, you ain't so big bossman You just tall that's all! Yeah, Ya got me a?workin' boss man, Workin? around the clock! I wants a drink of water, But you won't let me stop! Big boss man! (big bossman) Won't you
Give me a topic and I'll rock it in an instant
Whether I sound near (or whether I sound distant)
Shouts go out to motherfucking M-W-C
And all the fools on the planet who supported me
I got too many lyrics, don't drown, yo'
End this bullshit this bullshit with a what, what?!
Check the crazy flow, from the crazy bro
Step to the stage and get beat by the lazy ho
Self-centered rhymes I'm the king of braggadocio
Grab the microphone and put the shit into motion
Always on my toes checkin' my back for backstabbers
But I'm strapped with a mic to smash a wack rapper
The hands clap I slap a fool across
Rosalita Lyrics
If there's something you need That you just don't have Well just don't sit there Feeling badCome on now get up Try and understand Just raise you hand Baby here I am You know I'm standing in line I wanna give you my love Please let me try Come on now get up Try and understand Just raise your hand
the faceIf there's something you need That you just don't have Well just don't sit there Feeling badCome on now get up Try and understand Just raise you hand Baby here I am You know I'm standing in line I wanna give you my love Please let me try Come on now get up Try and understand Just raise your hand
Spray his ass with mace, eat him up and say my grace
The rhymes are woven like a tapestry in fact it's me
With the needle in my hand sewing and attacking the
Style biters rhyme reciters with the same sound
As I did last year when my peers put me down
But now they getting rave reviews and I still refuse
To believe it I achieved it last year and they makes me snooze
'95 is the year and I'm coming with a new sound so
Hurrikane, my motherfucker, gimmie a pound, bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
Left to the right with a pound... bro, so
Gimmie a pound, bro