Eastern Conference Wrestling (Sleepless Nights) ft. aqui dela Lyrics

Yo

Yea I see myself of course

It's ninety-eight

Ninety-eight

Ninety-eight, pull up

September third

Yo it's ninety-eight September third

Nineteen-Ninety-Eight, Metal Gear Solid Release date

Try to be vitriolic because I face all the hate

And when the pain pile up, it's like a mountain of 'cain

Something to make you do something dangerous, but never a-gain

I'm visceral treble

If I'm on your level

I'm the final boss

And I'm going to the next one because we signed a clause

You ain't gon believe this one or the next one

How about instead of hitting play, we just let it hit unpause

Demitasse je m'applle abroad

If he layin' there, put some weight to his gòj

Wake him up and call him Giles Corey

Summer-night rain morning still stormy

I yelled at him to come and gore me (C'mon!)

He prolly go over before me

Sell some posters tell a good story

The camera three-sixty'd I got back up and the crowd adored me

Match when on cats went off

Match when on cats went on

JP returned in the Tommy Kaira and we floored it

Couldn't record it

Stolen credit cards but you couldn't report it

It's like Debo at the hiphop antipop consortium

If you take that bridge to S Four-Forty

If you take that bridge it'll take you to S Four-Forty-One

Which one of my sons

Will play the PS Twenty-One

Stocks balances checks and incomes

F-five him on the stage in a way he lands on his neck

Paul Haymen tellin' me to botch the suplex

Hit it twice and Cole said it's the duplex

After the second one, he couldn't quite feel his legs

Guilt I felt, shook I was

We working the crowd

We working the crowd