Seanh2k11 - Still Alive lyrics
[Seanh2k11 - Still Alive lyrics]
A modern day marvel but terrible
Better horrible
When he grab the mic from son
He crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show
He didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his
Ass wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own
Projects and gun play section 8 penthouse
Maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all ass out like gay runaways
It's how they say "semi-risque"
All day everyday
Give out Emmy's the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!"
They really ain't got shit to
Say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some
Breakdance shit and spit
He writ this skit in Sanskrit
If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow
Can't knock it though
It's like the same hustle bro
Two knuckles glow tucked in Le Tigre
Just let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the DL hughley
Just to cut her loosie like swoosh Mit'surugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor
I'm at the borderline of my faith
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
I'm in the front line of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right
Before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You you you!"
Forgot who they talking to
Too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some
"What this button do?"
Doom cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr rourke do Tattoo
The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple
First thing they notice when they come
To is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon
With the rings on
In came the Villain with their
Own gear like, "Hi, there
Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year"
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Ol' dad
" the one the ol' ho had
Knew he was a winner since
A swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like Paypal
So we could be A-OK not OK Corral
I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"
And maybe fuck around take a bow, now
Who made his first mil' and
Still carry razor blades
Used to be straight A's and
Still made the grade
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last
Left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces watch him all closely
Who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win
At least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went
Get a room pitch a tent
Yo yo, Max, yo change that beat yo
You got another one nah yo i'm
At the borderline of my faith
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
I'm in the front line of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive
Better horrible
When he grab the mic from son
He crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show
He didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his
Ass wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own
Projects and gun play section 8 penthouse
Maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all ass out like gay runaways
It's how they say "semi-risque"
All day everyday
Give out Emmy's the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!"
They really ain't got shit to
Say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school, he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some
Breakdance shit and spit
He writ this skit in Sanskrit
If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow
Can't knock it though
It's like the same hustle bro
Two knuckles glow tucked in Le Tigre
Just let the name buckle show
Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the DL hughley
Just to cut her loosie like swoosh Mit'surugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
Doom, that nigga detox with malt liquor
I'm at the borderline of my faith
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
I'm in the front line of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right
Before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You you you!"
Forgot who they talking to
Too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some
"What this button do?"
Doom cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr rourke do Tattoo
The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat scrapple
First thing they notice when they come
To is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon
With the rings on
In came the Villain with their
Own gear like, "Hi, there
Y'all play the rear, this whole year MY year"
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Ol' dad
" the one the ol' ho had
Knew he was a winner since
A swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like Paypal
So we could be A-OK not OK Corral
I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"
And maybe fuck around take a bow, now
Who made his first mil' and
Still carry razor blades
Used to be straight A's and
Still made the grade
Retarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last
Left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces watch him all closely
Who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win
At least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went
Get a room pitch a tent
Yo yo, Max, yo change that beat yo
You got another one nah yo i'm
At the borderline of my faith
I'm at the hinterland of my devotion
I'm in the front line of this battle of mine
But I'm still alive