Writing poetry to instrumentals Expressing sentimental mental images A lyricist's mission is Descendencies and hissy fits With my mystic lyric quips Kids try and mimick this cause _____ vicious hits From ___ ___ we won’t stop On my block, we __ __ From towers to backaches From rosehill to bellmonte Seen crack cops and crack rocks These glass rooms have no shot Watch my time go tick tock passed my time with hip hop Tick Tock and Tick Tock with smoke till our hearts stop. Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops.
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I'm a man who fucks with fire. I'm a man who sleeps with liars, but I don't come from Hell, no. I wasn't raised in Hell.
Writing poetry to instrumentals Expressing sentimental mental images As lyricists, mission is To send MCees in hissy fits With my mystic lyric whips Kids try and mimick this cause _____ vicious hits We stay hot and don't stop On my block, we hold shots From towers to backaches From rosehill to bellmonte Seen wack cops and crack rocks These classrooms have no shot Watch my time go tick tock passed my time with hip hop Tick Tock and Tick Tock with smoke till our hearts stop. Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops.
anyone know the part in bold?
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I'm a man who fucks with fire. I'm a man who sleeps with liars, but I don't come from Hell, no. I wasn't raised in Hell.
Writing poetry to instrumentals Expressing sentimental mental images As lyricists, mission is To send MCees in hissy fits With my mystic lyric whips Kids try and mimick this cause Fordham mixes vicious hits We stay hot and don't stop On my block, we hold shots From towers to backaches From rosehill to bellmonte Seen wack cops and crack rocks These classrooms have no shot Watch my clock go tick tock passed my time with hip hop Tick Tock and Tick Tock with smoke till our hearts stop. Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops.
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I'm a man who fucks with fire. I'm a man who sleeps with liars, but I don't come from Hell, no. I wasn't raised in Hell.
Writing poetry to instrumentals - Expressing sentimental mental images These lyricists' mission is To send MCees in hissy fits With my mystic lyric whips Kids try to mimick this cause Fordham mixes vicious hits We stay hot and don't stop On my block, we hold shop From Towers to Bathgate From Rosehill to Belmont Seen wack cops and crack rocks These classrooms have no shot Watch my clock go tick tock - pass my time with hip hop Tick Tock and Tick Tock, we smoke till our hearts stop. Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops.
The lyrics, by no means, were supposed to be sophisticated. This song is more or less a tribute to all Kadence Prose's and my friends in the Bronx. "Towers to Bathgate... etc." are the names of the streets where we would pick up drugs. Kadence and I lived on Belmont Ave. Needless to say, we smoked a lot and listened to a lot of good hip hop. The Bronx will always be a big part of my life (death). Ha. I hope this cleared things up for you guys.
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Metal kettle unsettling treble howl, settler trembling, measureing mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine. Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean/dapper 'til it's pin stripe and skull chunk 40 stories after.
Jerrrrru wrote: Writing poetry to instrumentals -Expressing sentimental mental imagesThese lyricists' mission isTo send MCees in hissy fitsWith my mystic lyric whipsKids try to mimick this cause Fordham mixes vicious hitsWe stay hot and don't stopOn my block, we hold shopFrom Towers to BathgateFrom Rosehill to BelmontSeen wack cops and crack rocksThese classrooms have no shotWatch my clock go tick tock - pass my time with hip hopTick Tock and Tick Tock, we smoke till our hearts stop.Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops. The lyrics, by no means, were supposed to be sophisticated. This song is more or less a tribute to all Kadence Prose's and my friends in the Bronx. "Towers to Bathgate... etc." are the names of the streets where we would pick up drugs. Kadence and I lived on Belmont Ave. Needless to say, we smoked a lot and listened to a lot of good hip hop. The Bronx will always be a big part of my life (death). Ha. I hope this cleared things up for you guys.
why do i picture you in a black G UNIT hoodie, hiding a .38 under your FUBU boxers?
The Alchemist wrote: Jerrrrru wrote: Writing poetry to instrumentals -Expressing sentimental mental imagesThese lyricists' mission isTo send MCees in hissy fitsWith my mystic lyric whipsKids try to mimick this cause Fordham mixes vicious hitsWe stay hot and don't stopOn my block, we hold shopFrom Towers to BathgateFrom Rosehill to BelmontSeen wack cops and crack rocksThese classrooms have no shotWatch my clock go tick tock - pass my time with hip hopTick Tock and Tick Tock, we smoke till our hearts stop.Handouts come easy and that’s when the beat drops. The lyrics, by no means, were supposed to be sophisticated. This song is more or less a tribute to all Kadence Prose's and my friends in the Bronx. "Towers to Bathgate... etc." are the names of the streets where we would pick up drugs. Kadence and I lived on Belmont Ave. Needless to say, we smoked a lot and listened to a lot of good hip hop. The Bronx will always be a big part of my life (death). Ha. I hope this cleared things up for you guys.
why do i picture you in a black G UNIT hoodie, hiding a .38 under your FUBU boxers?
my mom got me FUBU boxers for christmas i said "NO WAY JOSE!"
I went to Belmont Ave. in Chicago today and kept humming this to myself. I let Melanie listen to the CD and she pretty much creamed herself. When she heard this song she's like "this is soooo good". Just sharing.
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Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--
Oh, I forced her into Trophy Scars earlier (and she liked them), but didn't preorder and this ish took it to a whole new level with her. I didn't decide to share the new album with her until she paid her part of the deposit for our show.
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Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--
MissMae wrote: I went to Belmont Ave. in Chicago today and kept humming this to myself. I let Melanie listen to the CD and she pretty much creamed herself. When she heard this song she's like "this is soooo good". Just sharing.
