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My Lyrics
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Hip-Hop/Rap
My Lyrics was released on March 20, 2007 by Merge Entertainment as a part of the album Crackavelli
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Release DateMarch 20, 2007
LabelMerge Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

Lyrics

([They ain't payin' it on!?])
Representation for those who would other wise have no representation
([And they laid on, they haven't pay it on!?])
Protection for those who other wise would have no protection, ya dig?
Uh, my lyrics are a documented diary of life against the odds
A rheumatic rhyme and way of prayin' to God
My lyrics are an inspiration to people who need motivation
The end results of hard work and dedication
My lyrics are agony, drama, and trauma
Suicide letters to my daughter and momma
They tell the white trash and the shit I've been through
The courage that it took for me just to continue
If my lyrics offend you, fuck you, this my shit
Everybody who don't like it, they can suck my dick
My lyrics were all I had when I was fifteen
Beatin' on my bedroom wall like it was a drum machine
My lyrics slayed MCs and broke they spirits
They thought that I was bullshittin' (Haha!)
My lyrics are my way of expressin' rage and aggression
I been suppressin' since adolescence, c-c'mon!
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth, c'mon!
I can't fuck with 'em in Iraq
Why? My home boy died over crack
I wake up feelin' like I'm under attack
It's just me against the world, don't nobody got my back
Makin' money by the stack makes me happy for a moment
Wish my grandaddy was here, I could spend all of it on him
Fifty thousand on the boat, just so I could take him fishin'
Wish there was a way to spend a million make him know how much I miss him
But there isn't, so I try to bring order to the disorder
Roll up another quarter of kush in from California
Blowin' Harijuana helps me keep my composure
(Now left, right!) Keep on steppin' like a soldier
It's the same thang, maintain, try to keep my money right
Till I get ahead of the game, I never sleep at night
Let my headstone read "I gave it my best"
And made a livin' simply by, gettin' shit off my chest
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth, c'mon!
My lyrics are letters to my homies in the pin
Man, I wish I could come and see you, but they would indite me then
My lyrics are my deepest thoughts in spuratic sentences
Some shit that really happened, others just for instances
My lyrics are relentless, ruthless, if they were fist to mean toothless
If they were bullets, you'd be laid to rest, my lyrics are a true test
Of what a rappers made of
I make 'em more than worse, so I make 'em know he washed up
My lyrics make a motherfucker get another job
MCs like me the reason mothafuckas rob
My lyrics make a mothafucka know that he can't spit
Make a mothafucka quit, realise he ain't shit
My lyrics made every hit on them billboard charts
But they hit hard in the trunks, sellin' D-Boys Cars
My lyrics get bootlegged, downloaded, and gave away
Still I get paper in a major way
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth
My lyrics reach deep in the cracks and crevices
Stimulants to some, but to others they sensitives
Just my lyrics (Check-check), the honest to God truth
The same truth in the streets then I am in the booth, c'mon!
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