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MCN/THE LAZYJACKS AKA THE JACK LAYZIES AKA THE EDUCATIONAL HEROES OVER SEXUAL FOR ELIZABETH FAT JON

I KNOW THIS SHAWTY LIGHTSKIN
WHO SAID LIGHTSKINS THE RIGHT SKIN
I SAID ALLRIGHT THEN
BUT WHEN THE LIGHTS DIM ITS ALL THE SAME
I NEVER GRABBED YOUR NAME MISS BUT IMMA SEE YOU
I LIVE AROUND THE BLOCK I KNOW YOUR PEOPLE
IM BOUT TO WRITE A MOVIE CALLED THE FIRST TIME I MEET YOU
AND I HOPE THE SEQUEL'S
BETTER THAN THE FIRST OR THE PREQUEL
CAUSE DAMN YOU FINE
I AINT GOT LOTS OF MONEY PLUS IM BAD WITH LINES
BUT I REPRESENT WESTSIDE HERE TO BABYLON
THE MICROPHONE IS MY JAVELONN
SO I BATTLE ONNN
SO WATCH ME BATTLE ONNN

I HOPE YOUR LISTENING
I'M JUST A STUDENT TO THIS MCN
I GOT A SCHOLARSHIP
THEY ACKNOWLEDGED IT
HOW HOT I WHIP WORDS TOGETHER
FLY LIKE BIRDS OF FEATHER
GOT MY PEN AND MY PAD
I PAID ATTENTION TO ASSSS
I MEAN ATTENTION IN CLASS
I MEAN MY RHYTHMS TO MY SENTENCE IN LAB
YO THE VIXENS IN THE STUDY HALL IS BADDDD

WHEN I HEARD THIS BEAT I FELT LIKE GOING PENTECOSTAL
HOLY GHOST APOSTLE
FLOWIN ON A BEAT I GOT YOU
FLACO IN THE ZONE
WATCH ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH
I'M RAVISHING THE GAME
NEVER BE THE SAME
I WANT THE MONEY AND THE FAME
NEVER DAME DASH
SHAWTY WASSUP
I WANNA DO YOU LIKE THE GAME
PRESSING ALL OF YOUR BUTTONS
MMM-HUNGH JUKE RIGHT
LET ME GET THE MOOD RIGHT
LYRICALLY IMMA MIRROR OF ME
BASICALLY I GOT THE GAME'S LIFE IN MY HANDS IN EVERY SPEECH

I LOOK AT THINGS SIDEWAYS FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE
A LITTLE BIT DERANGED AND MANGLED
BROKEN DOWN HOPE THEY SEND AN ANGEL
IN THE OUTFIELD
CAUSE I WOULD FEEL A LOT SAFER
CAUSE SATAN RUNNING ROUND WITH A SABER TOOTHED TIGER
WOULD FILLED WITH A BUNCH OF SILVER TOOTHED LIARS
GREEDY MOUTH NIGGAS WITH THE PLIERS
NOTHING HOLDS THEM BACK FROM DESIRES
EYE IS ON THE SPARROW BUT THESE NIGGAS MAKE WANNA GRAB THE BARREL
AND AIM IT AT THEY HEART CAUSE THEY FILLED WITH DARK INTENTIONS
NOBODY WANTS TO BE GOOD GUYS
ALL THEY WANT TO BE IS THUGS, GOONS, AND HENCHMEN

I SAID
DIFFERENT KINDS OF BLUES
LOOKING AT THE SAME MOONS
DIFFERENT YEARS OF WINES
GOING THROUGH THE SAME TOUGH TIMES
GENERATION AFTER GENERATION BUST RHYMES
ABOUT THE POOR N NOT THE PLUSH KINDS
SITTING ON THE BUS FEELING LIKE IM LAGGING BEHIND
SAME SAD FACE ON MY FACE EVERY TIME
WISH I COULD REWIND N
REDESIGN THE MINDSTATE
MY ESCAPE IS MUSIC