Song | Never Grow Up |
Artist | The Alchemist |
Artist | Evidence |
Album | Russian Roulette |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I play the low in, you definitely know, | |
You probably never heard of me | |
Got hands that never shake, | |
It’s a steady hand surgery. | |
Already been, it’s just courtesy, | |
I’m the MC, didn’t mean it to not be | |
MC. Living proceeded by the | |
B8BU. Hey, you see, there ain’t no mother fucker take two. | |
Mistakes, too, happen, and | |
I ain’t afraid to keep ‘em living, | |
A paddom with a little pain and leave ‘em with the smell of riffle. | |
A palid move with a self receiver, | |
Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you can’t tell it’s even | |
And I ain’t tell ‘em, either. | |
I did tell them this, | |
I guess I didn’t tell ‘em “give it” | |
But did sell the cevets, | |
Say it like | |
I seem repetuous, | |
I see them come and go, selling out biedous. | |
I took that to pallan and that they caught me dealing | |
Better selling this crap to never seen the ceiling | |
Sell a feeling for the river of exposure, | |
I’m a thick take it dealing like a no limit soldier. | |
There’s just no gimmick to this closure, | |
Just the image with the folk written over, | |
Just the vision of the finished rhyme, | |
I finish in a sense and | |
I send them all within a sign. | |
I’m sitting on a bench like it’s dinner time, | |
Not meant to offence, getting my thing. |
I play the low in, you definitely know, | |
You probably never heard of me | |
Got hands that never shake, | |
It' s a steady hand surgery. | |
Already been, it' s just courtesy, | |
I' m the MC, didn' t mean it to not be | |
MC. Living proceeded by the | |
B8BU. Hey, you see, there ain' t no mother fucker take two. | |
Mistakes, too, happen, and | |
I ain' t afraid to keep ' em living, | |
A paddom with a little pain and leave ' em with the smell of riffle. | |
A palid move with a self receiver, | |
Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you can' t tell it' s even | |
And I ain' t tell ' em, either. | |
I did tell them this, | |
I guess I didn' t tell ' em " give it" | |
But did sell the cevets, | |
Say it like | |
I seem repetuous, | |
I see them come and go, selling out biedous. | |
I took that to pallan and that they caught me dealing | |
Better selling this crap to never seen the ceiling | |
Sell a feeling for the river of exposure, | |
I' m a thick take it dealing like a no limit soldier. | |
There' s just no gimmick to this closure, | |
Just the image with the folk written over, | |
Just the vision of the finished rhyme, | |
I finish in a sense and | |
I send them all within a sign. | |
I' m sitting on a bench like it' s dinner time, | |
Not meant to offence, getting my thing. |
I play the low in, you definitely know, | |
You probably never heard of me | |
Got hands that never shake, | |
It' s a steady hand surgery. | |
Already been, it' s just courtesy, | |
I' m the MC, didn' t mean it to not be | |
MC. Living proceeded by the | |
B8BU. Hey, you see, there ain' t no mother fucker take two. | |
Mistakes, too, happen, and | |
I ain' t afraid to keep ' em living, | |
A paddom with a little pain and leave ' em with the smell of riffle. | |
A palid move with a self receiver, | |
Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you can' t tell it' s even | |
And I ain' t tell ' em, either. | |
I did tell them this, | |
I guess I didn' t tell ' em " give it" | |
But did sell the cevets, | |
Say it like | |
I seem repetuous, | |
I see them come and go, selling out biedous. | |
I took that to pallan and that they caught me dealing | |
Better selling this crap to never seen the ceiling | |
Sell a feeling for the river of exposure, | |
I' m a thick take it dealing like a no limit soldier. | |
There' s just no gimmick to this closure, | |
Just the image with the folk written over, | |
Just the vision of the finished rhyme, | |
I finish in a sense and | |
I send them all within a sign. | |
I' m sitting on a bench like it' s dinner time, | |
Not meant to offence, getting my thing. |