Just...something about life, and feelings I had and all that.
Predictable Prophet.
Aye, its your boy- the
Gettin my audio game together here.
Lyrics
Hook-
breathin, but not alive-inside//
five to nine//
slave, to the minuim-wage//
the hate, fuelin the maxium-rage//
I've lost all faith-in-fate//
what i am, i cant face- face-to-face//
black-on-black-cap//
get acustomed to that rat-a-tat-tat fag//
knowin how we roll, deuce-deep//
like just the idea was insomnia cuz you'll loose-sleep//
books of hot rhymes, you've got a loose-leaf//
rappers talk about an 'ak'//
never sprayed, but it's A'okay//
volcanic mouth, cuz i got the fire-flow//
pimp-status, gotta roll with 5-ho//
pig roast, when the snitch go with the 5-0//
[hook]
hussle,ride-to-die//
still work the nine-to-five//
my dipolma just a pipe-dream//
dropin out, not as cool as it might-seem//
takes more to be grown, then fresh kicks and a nice-lean//
why'd we watch Jesus walk, but we missed the wire?//
the flow, shit it'll mystify yuh//
feel the heat, man thats why they call me mister-fire//
[hook]
this is just life, but lifes a bitch//
washin cars for paper, throw up the hand you whipe-with//
addicted to oprah, pull up in the wifes-whip//
starvin kids, but your wrist is bright[ly]-lite//
rappers complain about the poor, but even your mouth got ice-in-it//
your hottest verse, man i'm icin' it//
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