bring it to these kids Can I live, if I don't live nobody lives Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin' like I've wasted every hour Of
Want to get my all alone, but I'm macking I finally got a chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends It's a rush production
get me all alone but I'm macking Hit it! I finally got The chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends It's a Rushed production
ain't happening When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cuz it ain't no sexual innuendo I been producing since Mario came on the Super Nintendo So
Month in the summer, Dedicated to you, And I go by the name of Sway, Da Sypha Productions, You know how we do it, 2005 we're normal, Shinobi on the electrics
just kick back and laugh I'm proof that underdogs can make it If you get that chance then take it Don't let talent get wasted I'm the product of the
have knew this from the start that if we blow all these people The so called friends who I ain't spoken to in years They got the nerve to call me up and waste
We Blew, All These People,N So Called Friends, Who I Aint Spoken to In Years, ow,ow,ow They Got The Nerve To Call Me Up, N Waste My Time, I Dont
s no surprise, Come along for the ride, can you handle the drive? Act on it, 'cause life can flash before your eyes. [(madchild) prevail:] (there's no time to waste
can't sober. Sworn secrecy, view porn frequently. Lines in the bathroom? Please don't speak with me. Why am I insulted? I'm the high exalted. Culprit. Product
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
s why every Juvenile is in the same predicament You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
de automatic, yes de automatic Disrespect, from MC's, me nah go have it De automatic, get de automatic Tonight a rapper gwan die Crazy MC's waste they
tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer Don
you put a pen and pad in my hand I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me Pump it
the workers control the means of production what a fucking waste when most means of production are as worthless as what they generate useless commodities
Digital mould, your flows is all wasted You smoke weed with seeds, I crush mines and lace it Two tokes a pass, kid it's all wasted I know you lust, so
so loud It really hurt Back in '55 We were makin' thunderbirds We filled conveyors We met production Foremen didn't waste words We met production Foremen didn't waste