Ali Vegas lyrics

Ali Vegas lyrics

"Invincible Lyrics"

Youth Lyrics
I'm the youth you can't avoid I'm the truth, I can't be destroyed It's the truth you can't avoid It's the truth, it can't be destroyed I'm a youth, I'm the truth I'm a youth, I'm the truth truth truth I'm a youth, I'm the truth I'm a youth, I'm the truth truth truth It's the truth you can't avoid It's the truth


f/ Sleepy Eyes



*samples Capone-N-Noreaga - Invincible from album "The Reunion"*



[Hook]

The invincible untouchable Ali Vegas y'all

You ain't...you ain't ready yet

The invincible untouchable Sleepy Eyes

You ain't...you ain't ready yet



[Ali Vegas]

Ayo it's a stick up

Y'all know how the game go

Cop the milk trucks and fuck the Range Rove

We stained those game hoes, and spit at same flows

Leave D's in they clean clothes with they brain exposed

Explain to foes that diamond is what I seek to do

My rhymes is more electrifying than Pikachu

Poke'mon, hoes stroke the don in every town

Fuck Cristal, my team sip very fine Welches grape

Before rap I delt with ni
Bakit Labis Kitang Mahal Lyrics
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal 'Di ako mapalagay Sa kakaisip ko sa 'yo Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko Kahit nasaan ka man Larawan mo'y natatanaw Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka Pagka't ang nais ko sana Kapiling ka sa t'wina Ano bang nakita Ng puso kong ito sa 'yo Kapag ika'y kasama Anong ligaya ko sinta Refrain: Bakit labis kitang mahal Yakap mo'y
ggas that delt with 8's

Heavy not welter weight

We could bust gats

Y'all gotta cut crack to touch stacks

I rather bust raps

What black, y'all bust at me I bust back

Throw your middle fingers up and yell fuck that (Fuck That!)

We all know that I could drench yo crew

And Vegas and his Wolves is invincible

So what y'all want?



[Hook]



[Ali Vegas]

Ayo Vegas leave niggas sitting scared in they homes

Let a flare from the chrome that'll tear thru yo dome

My raps is more exclusives than a pair of new foams

Everybody know suicide is what I really condone

Don't want nobody in the hood swearing on tone

B.I.G. was the king of NY and I am here to heir the throne

Fuck who's the reali
Lightning Lyrics
Its crazy but often clear often clear.. We shimmer and disappear In color in black and white black and white.. We slowly fade out of site but these days were lit by lightning thin lines of light Its crazy but somehow clear somehow clear we ride in silence out of fear We've spoken seem come alive come alive we prefer the silence of the blind But these days were lit by lightning thin lines of
st MC, cause I'm the livest one

Y'all Jordan, Magic, & Bird and I'm Iverson

Got no respect for the best of them

Can't be checked by the rest of them

That's why I neglected them

All drama I'm addressing them

Fuck the refs and them

I know me and team be vets and them

They know my Wolves deserving

What happen when we start s(?)

Come thru yo block surving in two Serbians

Back to back blue Excretions

Yeah my team need the benefit, cause we put the work in



[Hook]



[Sleepy Eyes]

Sleep is like a soldier at war, explosive and raw

Squeeze the black toaster you fall

And leave yo back broke with yo jaw

Mr. Pick Yo Lock And Open Your Door

Hit yo spot at 6 o'clock
Bamboozled by Love Lyrics
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Bambo
in front the grocery store

Speaking the slang loudly

Floss braids proudly with Wally's

Remain rowdy with guns that'll keep my brain cloudy

Bang like a gang rally as the earth is twisting

Burn the insect, liquor burned my system

Rapping was my third addiction

Never preferred to listen

Serving chickens

Living where civilians and innocent children turn to victims

Trying earn a living, I'd rather drop some words of wisdom

Took the urban rhythm, poetry mixed with journalism

Who wanna harm me?

I'm equpited enough to rip your arm piece

Squeeze, them clips breeze like leaves on plam trees

Sick with it, spit lyrics that grip spirits

Made of art, fuck a turn it to posion cause the kids hear it



[Hook]

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