the studio and spit it I tried to knock it in the game of soccer, they ain't kick it I twist it up in the Dutch Master lit it and hit it My girl won't
now prepare for illogical son My Verbs of Power are the spiritual spank My deep, deep Blackness, your mind gets dank Revelation to Genesis, something you cannot dismiss Keys
"Sometimes the urge to do bad, is nearly overpowering." 7L on the keys ["When I start flowing the mic might bust..."] [Esoteric] Yo it's murder in the
Time: 2:06 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master # 51179 Recorded 1/1/64 Single Released 2/3/64 (Capitol 5118) Charted 2/15/64 Reached #5 A side with Why Do Fools
Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree
on behalf of me Cause I could flood the city with a staff of three I'm talkin me and two partners in that caprice With no copies made, I got the master keys
that bitch and hit the mall. Never weear a (pppp) were we from we call it livin fast, c yo we made bad music but I need on living cash, master p on with
, countin' cash, Take that pussy hit them all, Never wear a rubber Where I'm from we call that livin' fast, CEO of Maybach Music but I need No Limit cash, Master
countin' cash, Take that pussy hit them all, Never wear a rubber Where I'm from we call that livin' fast, CEO of Maybach Music but I need No Limit cash, Master
swing ya chain for all the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang, Aye! [Jay-Z] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef,
We ain't gotta stop we grown And I don't really give a fuck who's calling I don't really give a fuck who's ballin' Call me A. Keys, who's Fallin' You'
locked The sea is in a state, the baby learns to wait For the heroine, ooohh for the heroine Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine The mast
Ha ha ha ha Gotta laugh at that Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back Spit nothin but crack got bags of that When it come to rap I master that [
With four piercings on each side of her labia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master
on my throne in this universe of fear royalty divides my soul -- in this role eye'm revered as the pinnacle -- lyrical master -- queen of disaster eye
gonna take u higher Minor keys and drugs Don't make a rollerskate jam Take ur pick - turntable or a band? If it ain't Chuck D or Jam Master Jay Know
notes gone, the tone usually stays And your chest a fine pillow, with lining of feather Your hair is a family, with strands stick together Fingers are keys
crowds, O Lord, they know not why they sweat me Biting's against the law in the place that I live So I lock up the door with the keys to my crib The
