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The Wiz
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Twenty Sixteens
Uh yeah, let me start from the top Like an iced sundae with a cherry on top Or like I'm bungee jumpin', better watch out for rocks Will leave you cord less, like a wireless box With no aux, put on your socks to dodge the frostbite From these frigid fore winds that's flying through the mic Don't need cuban links, to form these glaciers of ice But the way I ship these bars seem more titanic in sight I keep it right keep it light, and I amputate what's left So I captain these hooks and just Johnny Depp the rest Fresh to death, with an X mark wherever I step Girl you're more than just the booty or a treasured chest I digress, nonetheless the pirate theme was running long Like Olympic runners in a track marathon Or an open wide receiver by the name of Desean Throwing verbal Hail Mary's, you know my pen hand is strong So I wrote it in a song, now ya gotta put me on.LET THE SAX PLAY!!
Twenty sixteens, twenty sixteens And you know just what I mean Tryna keep it so clean That's a verse from my mind count em twenty sixteens And we're back like commercial break or these snakes That you thought were friends but all turned into fakes No mistake, call this a one man showcase And you can skip the highlights I did it first take No way, Jose, got whole the world chanting Ole' A boss like Rozay, but the almighty I obey He holds all wisdom, you ain't got the answers Sway 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 So like I mantis I pray, that we all make it through the day But anyway, I'm here to drop the real by any means A bit of Malcolm in the middle, and Martin in my genes Thru these sitcom scenes or parables from the risen king The message I bring causes these crows to lose their wings Bet it stings like a bumble but I try to keep it humble As a mumble, I may stumble but never ever fumble Prepare for trouble from my hustle and maybe make it double Blasting off to space so make sure your telescope is hubble Try to stay outside the bubble that the world seeks to trap me in And spread em that hope thru the words that I'm trafficking Tell these wack rappers it's nap time so pack it in And for the real, second coming, we back again So tell a friend…that we here till the end….BRING THE SAX BACK
That's so sistine my chapel of rhymes is so pristine Like a mural by Michelangelo on the ceiling But never lost the flow, and never shut the do' Give me four more walls and we got rooms to go That's fa show, like a mannequin, force is strong like Anakin The records I spin, make em so hard for handling A potter with the clay, and impervious to shattering Holy spirit I'm channelin' with his credits as the ghost writer Christ as the feature and God produced the fire And every track I trek has the footprints of the trinity So all really I need is three sixteens to slay the enemy
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