Step Brothers, Scott Caan, Domo Genesis - Byron G lyrics

Y'all might as well get the music ready
Cos this is finna take a while

"And I've been working on this thing
They've told me about humble humbleness
Humility um, I don't like it
It doesn't feel natural
But I hear it works for a
Lot of celebrities and brings them
A long way when they act
Like they don't deserve things
And now I'd like to thank people at the
Label who i know like: Rob Pasco
(Rob Pasco) and Matt Voss and
Byron G (Byron G) "

I give a fuck who's who
I chef the same when I'm preparing it
From bad kid to
Semi-rich middle-aged American
Rooted in my heritage
Wounded for the derelicts
The root of every evil is
The truth of all appearances
I crack the sound but the
Beat is still a barrier
And every fucking inch of every
Street around this area
The Venice carry us up like dough rises
Rap transit all city, no license
The city is beneath
I watch it from a bird's eye
Brain dead, two left
They shot me in my third eye
Shot out my eye like BB guns
Up on a Christmas day
Reach for pistols as I watch
The fuckin' Pistons play
I set the tone with the writings on the wall
The city cleans it up like
We inviting 'em all
Evolution's all messed up now
Chop the middleman
Stab the messenger, not the literal
I ran without a cause and was
The best before I knew shit
Before I took a cruise ship
Before I been to Houston
I ain't tying up loose ends I let 'em waiver
Pulling out these lavers and
Pounding out the pavement gone

I'm the lyrical gangsta

I be a young motherfucker of the rap camp
Style symbolizes my nastiness like
A tramp stamp wamp wamp, where it's at
Fear fact, just let them legends die
And I'll inherit that i'm fit for the carry
Weight of the world I carriage on my back
With a fairer sack
Inquisitions to the mirror
Exactly what niggas fearing
See the future in it's clearest
It is I, Doms, dropping lyrical pipe bombs
Until an icon
I choke your life like a python
I'm who the children look up
Probably got 'em doing kush ups
Super high, call me Superfly
Bitch I'm Jimmy Snuka
Got you feeling like you took a hit of heroin
And that's for veterans, the way I bury 'em
Embarrassing
You know better than puttin' that
Fire near the kerosine
I said don't make me tell again
Like kids with speech impediments
They can't see where my head is, I'm ahead
Roll the credit's, roll the medics
Getting high till I feel I'm copacetic

I'm the lyrical gangsta

Yo I've been trying to keep it silent
My tendency to violence
The suit and tie be fading
The truth about the shining
The sliding through the masses
Smiling eyes through glasses
My style been altercated all the while
To pile my cash in but fuck that though
I want a ho that stay up late
My dirty bottom bitch to fuck
With me until the wake
Mad illegal CREAM, ain't no rules
That's the dream in regal swimming pools
Prepping tools for future schemes
Laying low and creeping it
Selling dope and sleeping it
Wrap the dough up in a rope
Keep in what I'm sleeping in
Mattress fettucini
Life's a flick and I'm Fellini
Pinky diamond rings above the
Rims of ice martinis
Trees throughout the day
Hour focused in a haze
We living life the most
Been comatosed all the way
The toast to hell that may
Cause making bread legit's too real
So I'm folding on the stress of life
To steal to catch a meal

I'm the lyrical gangsta

"And I've been working on this thing
They've told me about humble humbleness
Humility um, I don't like it
It doesn't feel natural
But I hear it works for a
Lot of celebrities and brings them
A long way when they act
Like they don't deserve things
And now I'd like to thank people
At the label who i
Know like: Rob Pasco and Matt
Voss and Byron G"
Wankland Audio presents paul and
The Magical Sleigh Bell, part 1

It was a cold and stormy night when
The one young Paul sat scouring
By the fire light composing away it
Was another Christmas the carolers outside
His window sang with glee as they rode
By in a sleighbell that created
A sound that was so magnificent that
Paul ran to the window
"This sound, I must capture it, but how?"
He set about to scour the land
In search for the most resilient
And brilliant of sleigh bells his father
Said he'd lost his marbles
"Paul, I'm your father you've
Lost your marbles"
But no young Paul, steadfast in his ways
Travelled the land far and wide
Capturing the sound of every sleigh bell he
Could he travelled oh the might!