Translation: Steel Train. Portrait Of The Lady As A Young Artist.
it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit
Ladies and gentlemen Yeah, Kweli Won't you stay around with me? And please say the rhyme 'Cause these rappers think that I'm in love with your state
me for it I stay with the special like Katie Couric Diss me, soon as they record it they be corpses [Royce Da 5'9"] Flawless models lookin like my lady
't stand by myself Hate to sleep alone Surprises always help So I take somebody home To find out how I feel Feel like just a baby Portrait of a lady
, nice and slow, I'll take you anywhere the four winds blow. So weep no more, my lady, don't you cry, I can't paint your portrait with those tears in
Gentlemen and ladies all please lend me your attention I beg your pardon for my cheek, please join this heathenreel Strange rules has this dance; suffers
I saw a picture of a child on her bedroom chest {easy} I took a good look and I felt so bad 'cause it was a portrait of judy at her grade 8 grad Torn
But they'll all know who you are Yeah you're not so great You're just early out of the gate there's a portrait of your mom when she was young Her face
surface of the twilight day There's a little yellow man Standing by the railway station Painting portraits on the brickwalls Of Billie Holloway Lovely lady
? Where was I when you grew up? Now there's two tiny hands in cement by the street A new knowledge of men New worries New disease And a portrait of
supersonic I shake the earth beneath ya Hell yeah you heard of me it's quite a emergency The way I take the game and I beat it so un-unmercifully, yeah Ladies
rock 'n' roll, hip hop shit Keepin' it locked like my zip drive We goin' stay high Out for the Motza, get you strung out like pasta All into the roster lady
drinks splash straight off the rocks {*walkie talkie interlude*, *fat lady singing*} [gza] The witty unpredictable, outcome critical Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait
), in your life until its gone (your) I?m taking your portrait, your portrait, your portrait off my phone I?m taking your portrait, (portrait) your portrait, your portrait
disgusted with petty concerns Parking tickets, breakfast specials Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane covenant Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady
'n'roll hip hop shit Keepin it locked like my zip drive We goin stay high Out for the motza, get you strung out like pasta All into the roster lady, baby
I see you jockin' Jay-Z 'cause he got a Mercedes And you know about his lady I see you jockin', Jay-Z, jockin' Jay-Z Jockin', jockin', jockin' Jay-Z
