Mac-Row lyrics
Mac-Row lyrics
"Meet Macro Lyrics"
Death Is Not The End Lyrics
When you're sad and when you're lonely And you haven't got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you held sacred Falls d
When you're sad and when you're lonely And you haven't got a friend Just remember that death is not the end And all that you held sacred Falls d
Yo don't trip
don't make me spin or i'll flip
to the tippidy tip top of the hip hop heap
yo suckaz smell my feet i give my dogg a treat
not a scooby snack not a rock of crack thats whack g
you cant see me on yo muthafuckin computa screen
but you can feel me whith the flow that i beam
rolling with the lowest ping, my new school hom
Carousel Lyrics
I hope one day I will grow out of this Then I will leave this battlefield Good or bad depends on your point of view And I
iesI hope one day I will grow out of this Then I will leave this battlefield Good or bad depends on your point of view And I
do the same thang
got the bling bling for the mutha fucking 20 stack of T-1
my intanet hook up weigh a fuckin ton
don't freak my firewall it stand stall and beats you in yo fuckin balls
never runnin nortin never tha download aboartin cuz i got tha fuckin ping a dee ping pong fo yo muthfuckin ding-dong
Meet Macro
Meet Macro
World Dance Lyrics
honourable its just dancing god knows yuh got di move and di rythem hear how it go nuh a one new dance weh beenie find again a run di stree
br /> Java Script ain't shit with my mutha fuckin macrohonourable its just dancing god knows yuh got di move and di rythem hear how it go nuh a one new dance weh beenie find again a run di stree
Meet Macro
Meet Macro
Java Script ain't shit wit my muthfuckin macro
Meet macro yall
I got T-1 and fibre optics runn trough my wall
you can't think to freak my firewall and my names not jamal it muthafuckin Mac-Row now you know
but dont think yo know it all
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I Am The Wooden Doors Lyrics
When all is withered and torn And all has perished and fallen These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . . When the heart is a grave filled with blo
run a script on your ass make all my muthafuckin aps run fast while im huffin grassWhen all is withered and torn And all has perished and fallen These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . . When the heart is a grave filled with blo
my optics be lcd so i can see the screen and trip like lsd
but you cant see me comei from yo computa screen but you feel the flow that i beam yo
Meet Macro
Meet Macro
Javascript ain't shit with my mutha fuckin macro
(repeat chorus 4x's)