Jay-Z
Some people hate
“Your disdain for the brothers not gonna change the numbers, it’s the strengthening of chain among us.
'Rackity rack rack racks in my knapity sack sack sack' - Navraj
'Rackity rack rack racks in my knapity sack sack sack' - Navraj
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
if cardi b tried to d*** me inna hotel room i woulda shot that b**** right in her face - money man
Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule
But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it, my crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule
But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it, my crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule
But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it, my crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
He smoked that but this looks so bad on paper
"you know its real when your idols become your rivals, you make friends with Mike but gotta AI 'em for your survival"
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
Real for this
Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule
But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
Weave the whole industry, every jab I've parried it
My cross I carried it, my crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth
The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
Calvary *
Say goodbye to my openness,
Total eclipse,Of my shine that I've grown to miss from holding s*** in
Open my lids,my eyes say my soul is amiss
The signs say we close to the end
"Some good coke, dawg, go get your face piped
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)" - Cam'Ron
"Sold crack to a pregnant lady
Forgive me for the crack baby" - Future