Lyrics

This is what I needed Back inside my system I forgot the meaning Of the word Consisent Feels like I've been sleeping Rappings what I'm missing No you aren't dreaming I am here to hit'em Homie I was slacking Chilling in the back'n I don't know what happened Don't know why I'm slacking Time to tag me back in You won't see me slacking You won't see me slacking Slacking Slacking Guess who's back The best to rap The rest knew that Impressed dudes that Had Said, "you whack" yea I Got'em heated I'm bobbing weaving Muhammad Ali in Coliseums I'm from the island like a Polynesian I drop a thesis, the hottest speeches Batman to the game yea Gotham needs him I'm Slapping like stockington Diaz You cocking heat'as Cause you dipshits ain't dropping heata's Ain't popping eitha I'm downing a shot of ether I might give ya mom a feature. Looking for another life, you'd think my name was Mario And you prolly thinking that cause I like to party bro Yea I am bit goofy like a fucking kids movie Make them think my shits too weak, till they try to diss you'll be In for a treat like Halloween Ripping emcees I'm hollowing Listen to me, they following Stricken with grief your mom and me Running through these lanes like I'm on a fucking shopping spree Yea it always feels like somebody is watching me This is what I needed Back inside my system I forgot the meaning Of the word Consisent Feels like I've been sleeping Rappings what I'm missing No you aren't dreaming I am here to hit'em Homie I was slacking Chilling in the back'n I don't know what happened Don't know why I'm slacking Time to tag me back in You won't see me slacking You won't see me slacking Slacking Slacking The light is shining yo I'm spitting bitch It's gives me energy like photosynthesis I'm Em in 96 yea my flows are infinite You pricks are dead to me, and woah this shit is bliss It's Tech and tribe with bigs thrown in the mix Slick Rick, and X that's Krete, with mo that's how you get the kid Man this shit is effortless I'm all about the Benjamin's And the cake like Entenmens's Got these rappers pedaling They can get there shit Jack No I am not talking bout a mothafucking dick fag, bitch laugh Slacking so I picked the pace up Cracking like I'm splitting eggs sons Stacking all my chips and papers Packed with heat, like incubators Rap with me, you'll shit and wake up Practically, a prick was razors Actually, a dick with aids cunt Back I need, a win for haters Give me the title I'm beating my rivals I'm seeing my idols there eating alive slow They keeping they eyes closed they seeking to find hope Retreating's survival stay seated like cripples It's simple, I give you, an option I'm watching and plotting and jotting concocting My plan of attack, you ain't man you're a snack Now hand me your pack, I'm starving and that's This is what I needed Back inside my system I forgot the meaning Of the word Consisent Feels like I've been sleeping Rappings what I'm missing No you aren't dreaming I am here to hit'em Homie I was slacking Chilling in the back'n I don't know what happened Don't know why I'm slacking Time to tag me back in You won't see me slacking You won't see me slacking Slacking Slacking This is what I needed Back inside my system I forgot the meaning Of the word Consisent Feels like I've been sleeping Rappings what I'm missing No you aren't dreaming I am here to hit'em Homie I was slacking Chilling in the back'n I don't know what happened Don't know why I'm slacking Time to tag me back in You won't see me slacking You won't see me slacking Slacking Slacking
Writer(s): Joseph Feldman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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