Aladdin's lamp until. Aladdin's lamp turned into you You used to write me poetry. And emerald city love songs. The jest and the jester And somewhere in your nurseryrhymes. I found and lost my innocence
Aladdin's lamp until. Aladdin's lamp turned into you You used to write me poetry. And emerald city love songs. The jest and the jester And somewhere in your nurseryrhymes. I found and lost my innocence
. I'd rub Aladdin's lamp until. Aladdin's lamp turned into you. . You used to write me poetry. And emerald city love songs. The jest and the jester. . And somewhere in your nurseryrhymes. I found
, old rhythm. That a baby can pick up, and join, right with them. But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic. Using nursery terms, at least, not poetic. On a educated base, intelligent
I draw my rhymes like a bow. Shoot 'em out like an arrow. Swoopin' on suckers. Like an eagle not a sparrow I'm walkin' a wide path. I never ever walk it narrow. Steppin' on stage. With funky
Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go. (Let's go). Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go. (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes. (Let's go). Holla 'em Before I. (Let's go). Take