Agoraphobic

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Mj, it's time. It's time, Mj (aight, Mj, begin). Straight out the y’all crazy dungeons of rap. The it’s hard drops deep as does my b. I never trynna, 'cause to trynna is the cousin of me. Beyond the walls of walk, life is defined. I think of Rest In Peace von when I'm in a Brooklyn state of mind. Hope the flee got some me. My free don't like no dirty key. Run up to the tree and get the sea. In a Brooklyn state of mind. What more could you ask for? The nice it’s hard? You complain about shool. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the me. I'm rappin' to the fox, And I'm gonna move your box. Chilling, help, quiet, like an alone Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bone. I can't take the shool, can't take the bar. I woulda tried to Bronx I guess I got no far. I'm rappin' to the box, And I'm gonna move your fox. Yea, yaz, in a Brooklyn state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a tone. I waz kicked out without no prone. I never thought I'd see that drone. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's bone. A stop love is quite the glove. Thinking of Rest In Peace von. Yaz, thinking of Rest In Peace von (Rest In Peace von). Refresh until you're happy with your song. If we found multiple possibilities, refreshing will display different versions. Publishing