Issue No 121 The Man Lyrics
The Man by Issue No. 121
(What they don't understand,
Is that I'm the motherfucking man!)
Number one chief rocker,
Lord of the Underground,
Now, I consider wacker,
The certain he mergered
Make waiting for the doctor.
When I'm wanna bring the storm
Like a motherfucking doppler,
Oh, then I'm born up the London
Like the Opper,
The narcotics in the pockets
And a pretty young popper.
She better o me proper
In the airplane bathrooms
Scuffing up ...
Her mamma was beneath her
Apple buns, so what runs in
Her family, but her dad can't stand me
'cause he knows that I am
Who he was twice as better
I'm like whoever you can come up,
The sun's down, the sun up,
I'm creeping on him to come up.
here's no side to sun up,
But bitch, if you want her
You ca have her,
Don't worry, I won't save her.
But if you get the pussy
Then consider it a favor.
They say I got the flavor,
I grab the microphone
And they consider me a savior,
And if I hit your home,
It ain't nothing like a neighbor,
Ace in the place means
Peace! See you later!
When I spit, I get a hundred damn haters,
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
Aye, yo, niggers couldn't hang with a nuice,
Truth! Top that, you ain't got a shot, choose!
So now you got a choice, is to stay up on a roof,
But my crew so alive, yeah, that's word to my uncle Luke.
I've got the juice, but never will I spill it,
Don't call me Juice, 'cause you know that I'm a killer,
He got too high up on his skillers
So he talking to the flames,
Burned down the kitchen just to get himself a name.
I'm the man, yet, still, you got to put me on,
Getting pissy drunk off a Barbellion,
Word is gone in the U-con,
Rocking on skins, it felt like a time machine when I hopped in.
Money making jam boys, making mad noise on the set,
Holmes, get bowled and get stomped out like a step show,
But it ain't nothing better than the next, though,
I'm not one of ya, just the quickest way to the coroner,
Boom goes the motherfucking dynamite smoking on
Rules are getting higher than a satellite,
I don't need a ruler, 'cause I do it like a king,
Old school, Jarry low is raving trumps in the rain, understand,
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
Ah, I've got lyrics to go,
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
I've got lyrics to go,
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
I've got lyrics to go
I've got lyrics to go
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
Peace from the East when I war like a Grizzly,
Basic Man, he get busy when I;m doing the most.
Brake fast on the ten, now the niggers is toast.
Cooked the suckers like a roast, now I'm hitting the coast.
I've got lyrics to go
I've got lyrics to go
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.
Is that I'm the motherfucking man!)
Number one chief rocker,
Lord of the Underground,
Now, I consider wacker,
The certain he mergered
Make waiting for the doctor.
When I'm wanna bring the storm
Like a motherfucking doppler,
Oh, then I'm born up the London
Like the Opper,
The narcotics in the pockets
And a pretty young popper.
She better o me proper
In the airplane bathrooms
Scuffing up ...
Her mamma was beneath her
Apple buns, so what runs in
Her family, but her dad can't stand me
'cause he knows that I am
Who he was twice as better
I'm like whoever you can come up,
The sun's down, the sun up,
I'm creeping on him to come up.
here's no side to sun up,
But bitch, if you want her
You ca have her,
Don't worry, I won't save her.
But if you get the pussy
Then consider it a favor.
They say I got the flavor,
I grab the microphone
And they consider me a savior,
And if I hit your home,
It ain't nothing like a neighbor,
Ace in the place means
Peace! See you later!
When I spit, I get a hundred damn haters,
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
Aye, yo, niggers couldn't hang with a nuice,
Truth! Top that, you ain't got a shot, choose!
So now you got a choice, is to stay up on a roof,
But my crew so alive, yeah, that's word to my uncle Luke.
I've got the juice, but never will I spill it,
Don't call me Juice, 'cause you know that I'm a killer,
He got too high up on his skillers
So he talking to the flames,
Burned down the kitchen just to get himself a name.
I'm the man, yet, still, you got to put me on,
Getting pissy drunk off a Barbellion,
Word is gone in the U-con,
Rocking on skins, it felt like a time machine when I hopped in.
Money making jam boys, making mad noise on the set,
Holmes, get bowled and get stomped out like a step show,
But it ain't nothing better than the next, though,
I'm not one of ya, just the quickest way to the coroner,
Boom goes the motherfucking dynamite smoking on
Rules are getting higher than a satellite,
I don't need a ruler, 'cause I do it like a king,
Old school, Jarry low is raving trumps in the rain, understand,
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
I'm the man!
(Fuck this place!)
Ah, I've got lyrics to go,
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
I've got lyrics to go,
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
I've got lyrics to go
I've got lyrics to go
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.
So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!
Peace from the East when I war like a Grizzly,
Basic Man, he get busy when I;m doing the most.
Brake fast on the ten, now the niggers is toast.
Cooked the suckers like a roast, now I'm hitting the coast.
I've got lyrics to go
I've got lyrics to go
I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,
Real feeling O.G.