I set it off like Iâm F Gary Gray
I step up the scene niggas had nothing to say
bite your tongue, keep quiet I starve riots,
homies this ainât recess, if you feel the way, hit that E Jack,
reject pity, âcause Iâma be back, they snippin with the sea pack,
see racks to destroy tracks,
this ainât B boy rap, this ainât D boy trap,
ainât seen more black, tell em prease this smack,
they setting traps all the time, study to all the rhyme
youâre ready to order mine, I swore like colon bime,
Iâm doing just fine without the others,
go ask my brother, and when you see my nieces tell em uncle time is level
the long in this four call the room pad it,
when nothing really matters, put the matter I had it,
my eagle bitch shout it, prime been bout it,
my heart been brune, so much I turn addict,
a glucking for the pain, Iâm motherfucking shame,
with the nigga go through before he really wanna change
Iâm really wanna hang the old me but the new me with the survive the old me
listen closely, rappers donât approach me,
trickers tryin to brose me,
but I still land it like I drop down on four feet,
say nothing drowns beat, Iâm nothing on steam,
..party yours when this is the dram team, motherf*cker.
Oh ohh, oh ohh
Check!
post it up in the corner, homie youâre born of
whole game is there, call up the corner,
9-11 on the dial, see youâre looking fowl,
walked out with the frown, left out with a smile,
addict two, like f*ck em all,
..to a pieces f*ck em all, no time for it,
got a crime for it, giant hand..no script but Iâm on a line for it,
damn, tell me they couldnât read it,
roll without 7 they told em they couldnât beat it,
sculpted up all cast so cold to fridge it,
cast in their feelings, so mad theyâre living
watch out living, now they wanna imitate,
a cube to game intimidate, âcause I refuse do a similate
with the in crowd, yeah Iâm a rebel and Iâve been proud
before I am, and where I stand is a man forever..
and hold out nuts in my hand,
do again but I..fuck that many plan and the style.
Appreciate me while Iâm still here,
and do a map of trick, disappear out my ocular,
respect drum canât see with binoculars,
hold life, should have put it in the journal
read it at night, small light not eternal,
Iâm like a wild sky, left the truth lies,
call me in the mix cause so much ..lies,
ainât talking bout the grip, no Iâm talking bout god
to name shit the same to me, youâre stepping 9 to 9
yeah yâall nigga make believe fairy tale, our love us
canât stand I had for us so parallel weather
even though we stay and float like a..
yeah I saw my faults and I come through it
so flue it, now nigga time cruise it, yeah
get on my level kid you know what I get it the
but instead dog I stack green pyramids.
- :
- Yes!
- Vintage
- Dirty Slums 2
- Evolution
- B Sides
- Slum Village
- Non-Album Releases
- Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit (2004)
- Villa Manifesto
- Fantastic, Volume II
- Fantastic Vol 2 Instrumentals Pt. 1
- 30 Second Ring Tones
- Slum Village (Clean Version)
- Yes Yes - Single
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Volume 1
- Fantastic, Volume 1
- Sex
- Slum Village Greatest Hits Vol. 2
- Prequel to a Classic
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 1