| this an introduction of my own | |
| selection | |
| pieces of words put together | |
| into a collection | |
| spending time rhyming as | |
| I hop on the flow | |
| my mouth stays hot I'm always | |
| ready to go | |
| bang bang bang it all out | |
| bangarang skrillex | |
| been hang hanging all night | |
| dealing with stress and | |
| never mind the hating never mind | |
| the heat and | |
| I don't want more or less | |
| just want to me what's best | |
| so listen this a beat hop get up | |
| on your feet like your seats hot | |
| I'm befriending with this beat | |
| without a beatbox | |
| dissing this mic like my tongues | |
| a trigger | |
| spilling out desires like blood | |
| stabbing it like a killer | |
| thrillers better beware | |
| another nightmare is about to be | |
| prepared | |
| so you better be where you at now | |
| stay where you are now | |
| with the crowd now | |
| cuz I'm about to go on and on and | |
| turn the microphone I'm up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V's out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I’m proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| ayo I speak the truth you better | |
| come and get it | |
| yea I see the goons all pulling | |
| up their denims | |
| so work it out boy you better | |
| sweat boy | |
| nothing ever comes for free you | |
| pay for | |
| your playboy bunny if you want | |
| that pom poms | |
| hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
| bon bons | |
| how many more brains washed up | |
| 퐁퐁 | |
| everything we do it's already | |
| been done | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like blind lines | |
| everybody want lives like | |
| what’s inside the circle | |
| the truth always behind the | |
| picture | |
| that trickery witchery curses | |
| now stitched in the book of | |
| scriptures | |
| how many lies should I pretend | |
| to believe | |
| is this reality that God's been | |
| telling me to foresee | |
| lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
| words that are false | |
| making checks like a boss isn't | |
| gonna cover your flaws | |
| so come and enter the spotlight | |
| with your eyes wide open | |
| you’ll see the light but never | |
| know what’s been stolen | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| turn the microphone I'm up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V's out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I'm proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| we see too much you see | |
| and we hear too much you see | |
| we blinding up our own scenery | |
| and end up burning down history | |
| eh oh eh oh | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I'm proving myself this my | |
| residence |
| this an introduction of my own | |
| selection | |
| pieces of words put together | |
| into a collection | |
| spending time rhyming as | |
| I hop on the flow | |
| my mouth stays hot I' m always | |
| ready to go | |
| bang bang bang it all out | |
| bangarang skrillex | |
| been hang hanging all night | |
| dealing with stress and | |
| never mind the hating never mind | |
| the heat and | |
| I don' t want more or less | |
| just want to me what' s best | |
| so listen this a beat hop get up | |
| on your feet like your seats hot | |
| I' m befriending with this beat | |
| without a beatbox | |
| dissing this mic like my tongues | |
| a trigger | |
| spilling out desires like blood | |
| stabbing it like a killer | |
| thrillers better beware | |
| another nightmare is about to be | |
| prepared | |
| so you better be where you at now | |
| stay where you are now | |
| with the crowd now | |
| cuz I' m about to go on and on and | |
| turn the microphone I' m up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| ayo I speak the truth you better | |
| come and get it | |
| yea I see the goons all pulling | |
| up their denims | |
| so work it out boy you better | |
| sweat boy | |
| nothing ever comes for free you | |
| pay for | |
| your playboy bunny if you want | |
| that pom poms | |
| hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
| bon bons | |
| how many more brains washed up | |
| everything we do it' s already | |
| been done | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like blind lines | |
| everybody want lives like | |
| what' s inside the circle | |
| the truth always behind the | |
| picture | |
| that trickery witchery curses | |
| now stitched in the book of | |
| scriptures | |
| how many lies should I pretend | |
| to believe | |
| is this reality that God' s been | |
| telling me to foresee | |
| lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
| words that are false | |
| making checks like a boss isn' t | |
| gonna cover your flaws | |
| so come and enter the spotlight | |
| with your eyes wide open | |
| you' ll see the light but never | |
| know what' s been stolen | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| turn the microphone I' m up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| we see too much you see | |
| and we hear too much you see | |
| we blinding up our own scenery | |
| and end up burning down history | |
| eh oh eh oh | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence |
| this an introduction of my own | |
| selection | |
| pieces of words put together | |
| into a collection | |
| spending time rhyming as | |
| I hop on the flow | |
| my mouth stays hot I' m always | |
| ready to go | |
| bang bang bang it all out | |
| bangarang skrillex | |
| been hang hanging all night | |
| dealing with stress and | |
| never mind the hating never mind | |
| the heat and | |
| I don' t want more or less | |
| just want to me what' s best | |
| so listen this a beat hop get up | |
| on your feet like your seats hot | |
| I' m befriending with this beat | |
| without a beatbox | |
| dissing this mic like my tongues | |
| a trigger | |
| spilling out desires like blood | |
| stabbing it like a killer | |
| thrillers better beware | |
| another nightmare is about to be | |
| prepared | |
| so you better be where you at now | |
| stay where you are now | |
| with the crowd now | |
| cuz I' m about to go on and on and | |
| turn the microphone I' m up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| ayo I speak the truth you better | |
| come and get it | |
| yea I see the goons all pulling | |
| up their denims | |
| so work it out boy you better | |
| sweat boy | |
| nothing ever comes for free you | |
| pay for | |
| your playboy bunny if you want | |
| that pom poms | |
| hip hip hooray for those wanton | |
| bon bons | |
| how many more brains washed up | |
| everything we do it' s already | |
| been done | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like white lies | |
| everybody like blind lines | |
| everybody want lives like | |
| what' s inside the circle | |
| the truth always behind the | |
| picture | |
| that trickery witchery curses | |
| now stitched in the book of | |
| scriptures | |
| how many lies should I pretend | |
| to believe | |
| is this reality that God' s been | |
| telling me to foresee | |
| lackadaisical hearts blabber | |
| words that are false | |
| making checks like a boss isn' t | |
| gonna cover your flaws | |
| so come and enter the spotlight | |
| with your eyes wide open | |
| you' ll see the light but never | |
| know what' s been stolen | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| this how my mic holds me down like | |
| on and on I go to show who fuck | |
| I am | |
| turn the microphone I' m up with | |
| this shit | |
| Jolly V' s out to murder this | |
| piece | |
| I spit I stick my lyrics to this | |
| rhythm | |
| a new free freedom about to | |
| enter your system | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence | |
| we see too much you see | |
| and we hear too much you see | |
| we blinding up our own scenery | |
| and end up burning down history | |
| eh oh eh oh | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| like this | |
| my mic holds me down like this | |
| I' m proving myself this my | |
| residence |
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