Living on section eight slumdog millionaire
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Season of the victor call me' a matador
No time for the bullshit Andale hung with the eses
Chico's el debarge
Grew up around the neighborhood
With Men at Large
No facade face the facts when we speaking black
(True shit)
The elements got us wearing layers
I never sold dope but I know the players
It's cold out here block stay hot
Three hundred, Sixty-five days of the year
Blood, sweat & the career of a dc emcee
Write what I cc then I email it
When I copy myself flow
Did you get the memo I don't rhyme over vocals
Did you the message
Yo that shit's kinda loco dammn, bro wack ass promotion
Goes along with ya wack shows
Living on section eight slumdog millionaire
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Enoch 7th Prophet - Section 8 Lyrics
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Living on section eight slumdog millionaire
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Season of the victor call me' a matador
No time for the bullshit Andale hung with the eses
Chico's el debarge
Grew up around the neighborhood
With Men at Large
No facade face the facts when we speaking black
(True shit)
The elements got us wearing layers
I never sold dope but I know the players
It's cold out here block stay hot
Three hundred, Sixty-five days of the year
Blood, sweat & the career of a dc emcee
Write what I cc then I email it
When I copy myself flow
Did you get the memo I don't rhyme over vocals
Did you the message
Yo that shit's kinda loco dammn, bro wack ass promotion
Goes along with ya wack shows
Living on section eight slumdog millionaire
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Season of the victor call me' a matador
No time for the bullshit Andale hung with the eses
Chico's el debarge
Grew up around the neighborhood
With Men at Large
No facade face the facts when we speaking black
(True shit)
The elements got us wearing layers
I never sold dope but I know the players
It's cold out here block stay hot
Three hundred, Sixty-five days of the year
Blood, sweat & the career of a dc emcee
Write what I cc then I email it
When I copy myself flow
Did you get the memo I don't rhyme over vocals
Did you the message
Yo that shit's kinda loco dammn, bro wack ass promotion
Goes along with ya wack shows
Living on section eight slumdog millionaire
Waiting for the cake to bake, it better be vegan
Writer: Victor Stevenson
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