We are lost in the iron years Where time disappears before our very eyes And don't say there's a time and place For everyone who waits It's a load of
you aint talking bout Rash we aint got nothing in common f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years
a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
crotched over Mommy's knocked up 'Cause she wasn't Watched over Knocked down By some clown When child support knocked No he's not around Now how that Sound
I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year
my little boy crying and my grandmother dying Could you please stop fucking with me Listen here I ain't looking for no tears but my brother got a year
the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound
in my life is the chick tryin' to split up me and wifey You think you like me, I'm aight with that I don't even call my nigga Budden, "Mouse" It sound
't know the half, Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package [Prevail] Bolted and welded, I know that you felt it Scrap yard, iron
about that you already know about And walk about, get some, feel good about it Write it down, think it over then shout it out, how that sound? Yo, if it sound
a plush hotel John John Phenomenon, deadly but calm Word to my born, dead by dawn Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm Another sound boy dyin', hot irons
the style that's goin on right now? Girl I caught you last night You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide Sittin in the back of a resteraunt, with a 99 year
effect You just didn't expect One man to come along and bring a new song To break your barrier down, You can't carry the sound Buckwild juvenile from
9th a few miles west of town To this day some folks will say you can hear that mournful sound One sultry summer morning in the year of 19-18 Three hundred
my career even when everyone told him they'd never play my records because of my life style. Thanks Radar! ONE SULTRY SUMMER MORNING IN THE YEAR OF
! I mean, look at me! I'm ten years out of college, and I always thought - KATE MONSTER What? BRIAN No, it sounds stupid. KATE MONSTER Aww, come on
me off [Kate] Oh, I'm sorry [Brian] Me too! I mean, look at me! I'm 10 years out of college, And I always thought... [Kate] What? [Brian] No it sounds
off [Kate] Oh, I'm sorry [Brian] Me too! I mean, look at me! I'm 10 years out of college, And I always thought... [Kate] What? [Brian] No it sounds
