Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you’re realĪnd you spit and people are feeling your shit. I’m ‘a rip this shit ’til my bones collapse. ‘Til my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth. ‘Til the roof comes off, ’til the lights go out You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.įor shizzel my wizzel this is the plot listen up you bizzels forgot slizzel does not give a fuck. You’re coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us. The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners. Them women are caught in webs spin and hock venomĪdrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Subliminal thoughts when I’m ‘a stop sending ‘Cause when I am not then I’m ‘a stop pinning ’emĪnd I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem. ‘Til the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them ‘Til I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel ’em
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