Lyrics:
Are you my adversary?
Are you my adversary?
At night there's a 50/50 chance
We might dance, we might dance
But if I keep fallin'
I'll never ever catch
La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (artist)
Nigga, damn
artists, they were on the run
I got them out to California
One was gifted and the other was fun
Merchants will always be merchants, of course
But
I'll sometimes look at other artists who
Seem larger than life and wonder
"Am I not supposed to be here?"
I always knew I'd spend my whole life
is where we remain
Your love, your love, baby
This is all I desire
And if you really understand me
Baby then help me fan my fire
Sometimes a song can
before I peddle a dime
Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage
But it's awkward, it's ass backwards, they still spinning your
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em'
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone feed 'em
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
apartment
She can feel the rhythm as I
Give her my guitar licks
Mmm she never knew I was an artist
I play the instrument well in a dark lit room
Please
I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up
escaped from hell (go)
My car cost so much the police don't even pull me over (huh)
I don't sign artists no more, I recruit soldiers (woah)
My money
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
And everyone in friends
to come on and gobble a jimmy and... die
N9na be giving the remedy and why?
Critics are really the enemy and I
Can't stand the way they slam today's
on quite a show
And made some money then left town
Where they went I don't know?
Hey, all you suckers I heard a fat woman say
Come on in for fifty
of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
Virgil can
Nine circles for the wandering nine circles for the souls
Witnessing the torment deep inside this hell of the never dead solo
For artists
(follow me, I run, I run, follow me, I run, I run)
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now
was dealt a bad hand, wasn't gonna amount to nothing
Thank god that I had fans, keyboards, mics an percussion
'cause with that yo I elevated, now I
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