| Lyrics: | (background) yo left, yo left, yo left, right, left
sometimes you just feel tired
you feel
weak
and when you feel weak
you feel like you wanna just give up
but you gotta search
within you
try find that inner strength
just pull that shit outta you
ang get that
motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter no matter how bad you
wanna just fall flat
on your face and collapse..
Till i collapse im spillin these raps, long as you feel
em
to the day that i drop, you'll never say that im not killin em
cuz when i am not, then
imma stop pinnin em
and i am not hip hop and im just not Eminem
subliminal thoughts when
imma stop sendin' them
women are caught in webs, spin em and hock venom
adrenaline shots of
pennacillin could not get the illin' to stop
amoxacillin is not real enough.
The criminal
cop killin', hip-hop villain
a minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listners,
you're comin'
with me, feel it or not,
you're gonna fear it like i showed ya the spirit
of God lives in
us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock.
Is it a miracle or am i just a product of pop fizzin
up?
Fo shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up..
You bizzles forgot, slizzle does not
give a FUCK!
till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
till my legs give out,
cant shut my mouth
till the smoke clears out, and my high wear out
imma rip this shit, till
my bones collapse
till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
till my legs give
out, cant shut my mouth
till the smoke clears out, and my high wear out
imma rip this shit,
till my bones collapse...
music is like magic
there's a certain feeling you
get
when you real and you spit
and people are feeling your shit-acapo |
