Classic
Lifes tragic what you gone do hide in the attic? Drown yourself in drugs like an addict on the flip its a comedy unlike Greek mythology, you hot to laugh at the odds and stay classic. (BEAT) I FLOW LIKE confettie marriage of the beat and the pencil lead one to make you nod your head bet me? I scribe on a daily, butter my bread with words I spread-burn a fake mc like toast if you let me . YOUR margerine flows cant impose on my crafted practice, as I navigate these rhyme globes like atlas ive mapped this lyrical route from A to Z, so when lifes a bitch I just smoke a tree, fuck depression if u can't smile learn your lesson, happiness is a choice, a descision then a blessing. Whats the question? How many days of sadness.....before you discover your gladness? why dont you think about this - How much time-does one need to know what one feels? I'm I a raisin in the sun whats the deal? My dreams cannot be deferred I'll explode, then strike gold you heared *.* xxxxxxxxxI stay corageous. This sick beats contageous. I put it on loop so it can play for ages. as i delve in these pages, the rhyme amazes-im stunned if the triggers my pen my minds my Gun. keep it simple bust u like pimple. spark you like lintil, put a hole in you like dimple, my eyes r on the company i keep-I dont mingle, I'm loyal, my families royal. Son of the soil. Naija boy from London town..if i'm too cold you can put me on boil..Bubbly with my liversound. fresh as i enter town. l"m putting it down for Umuahia Olokoro we getting down. One day i dey for villa livin life as a village man, man u got to understand -this one no b western, dis b English broken. was'nt broke before but they came and left it broken, messed with Igboland in the name of Lord Lucan, den came de missionrys as if from de ocean, came wit technologies bribed us with tokans, 400yearsnuff said u must be jokan, divide and rule yep these niggas must be smokan? Imprarealisation, colonisation, tribel war, genociode -Wow a new nation. Celebrating independence O, Yet it still feels like were looking for greener pastures O, on the flip.....This is Home sweet Home, And I dont give a shit, I'm sipping Pammy and smoking weed like Snoop with his Gin and Juice-come and take a Motherfucking hit xxxxxxx
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Lifes tragic what you gone do hide in the attic? Drown yourself in drugs like an addict on the flip its a comedy unlike Greek mythology, you hot to laugh at the odds and stay classic. (BEAT) I FLOW LIKE confettie marriage of the beat and the pencil lead one to make you nod your head bet me? I scribe on a daily, butter my bread with words I spread-burn a fake mc like toast if you let me . YOUR margerine flows cant impose on my crafted practice, as I navigate these rhyme globes like atlas ive mapped this lyrical route from A to Z, so when lifes a bitch I just smoke a tree, fuck depression if u can't smile learn your lesson, happiness is a choice, a descision then a blessing. Whats the question? How many days of sadness.....before you discover your gladness? why dont you think about this - How much time-does one need to know what one feels? I'm I a raisin in the sun whats the deal? My dreams cannot be deferred I'll explode, then strike gold you heared *.* xxxxxxxxxI stay corageous. This sick beats contageous. I put it on loop so it can play for ages. as i delve in these pages, the rhyme amazes-im stunned if the triggers my pen my minds my Gun. keep it simple bust u like pimple. spark you like lintil, put a hole in you like dimple, my eyes r on the company i keep-I dont mingle, I'm loyal, my families royal. Son of the soil. Naija boy from London town..if i'm too cold you can put me on boil..Bubbly with my liversound. fresh as i enter town. l"m putting it down for Umuahia Olokoro we getting down. One day i dey for villa livin life as a village man, man u got to understand -this one no b western, dis b English broken. was'nt broke before but they came and left it broken, messed with Igboland in the name of Lord Lucan, den came de missionrys as if from de ocean, came wit technologies bribed us with tokans, 400yearsnuff said u must be jokan, divide and rule yep these niggas must be smokan? Imprarealisation, colonisation, tribel war, genociode -Wow a new nation. Celebrating independence O, Yet it still feels like were looking for greener pastures O, on the flip.....This is Home sweet Home, And I dont give a shit, I'm sipping Pammy and smoking weed like Snoop with his Gin and Juice-come and take a Motherfucking hit xxxxxxx