at the time But they have chains, leather, and diamond lines I start my weekend up on Monday I rip a show in town on Tuesday I feel a twitch without my melodies
, we house program Donald-D is who I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics
Words don't come easy without a melody I'm always thinkin' In terms of do-re-mi I should be hikin', swimmin', laughin' with you Instead I'm all out of
the TV Just want to hear music Down at the 303 This is a rhyme about how good music can be How mean are its bass lines its melodies and beats Now its
known for catching runaways A good hustler's known to keep his gun away First nigga run up and try to jack mine, first nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Locked in a struggle for the right combination - Of words in a melody line, I took a walk along the riverbank of my imagination. Golden clouds were shuffling
You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words The echo and the call were never heard PRECHORUS: And the lines
trees become the a leally I can feel the fire taste and the giiii and I feel it all over me My hopes is raisin higher to the beat of no melody So listen
How I love those Christmas songs everyone can sing along Those words and melodies I learned by heart so long ago I love Christmas on my radio In line
not give music a fall and use it to dive like a hawk Listen, we all get down in the dumps but when they hear the melody and base line pump I feel my
what you working wit" Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it Show you how a thug hit it Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides
you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you But your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me And my electric
wave a sign that spells "evil" and feel really proud You can't sing a song with no melody You can't say we're one without unity You can't form a line
[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] I don't want the horns, blowing.. I don't want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The
barging in like excuse, I beg your pardon To crush carbon copy MC's wit' clone jargon Move the crowd to leave the microphone sparkin' Leave you caught inside the lines
of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines
ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga Verse 2- (Jadakiss)-(overlaps last two lines
melody Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies So they can lock us up one at a time But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines
