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Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum along, if you sing along you hum along Hum along, if you sing along, hum along Yeah, hum along with Zev X
interesting this thing Coming and drumming, there's hummingbirds with And feathers of the same, so we flock Plus rock, so on and so such, I this Mic, to touch an entire stadium With my boys to aid me, so play, if you pay me some
Beats fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickenin' To with no soul, as I roll with my [Incomprehensible] Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own Frugal won't endure, as the was born Minus, the Jim jankle Hammerschitt
His name, ain't my name, 'cause X permittin' shit I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip lip Z L be rippin', out rip No, no, no, shake hip or your rump Forget about I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum the Birthstone Kid
You could sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger I gots more songs than your bootlegger Swingin' hard a forty deuce on a hooker than Booker, a real good looker
Yeah, a brown man is down and To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the man I'm just the R&B's beats kickers lingo 'Til my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be Pele
hard, I eat no porkchops or lard So in me becaue you trust in God The Lord, bet I proves, began for this man 'Cause the bills stay paid this mic within my hand
I'm not your everyday cotton pickin' or bailin' hay Hoe trickin' brother who likes to eat Anyway, just hum as the drummer drums along This I along, not to sing along, but just to
Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Hum along, if you can't along, hum along Ya hum along, if you can't sing ya hum along Hum with the one
Hurry, hurry, hurry, right up and I'll sing it So bring it and forth, just to swing it Swinging a voom to a hum, can get So I to rock slow, to amuse
To the apex, I strides from L I To the car new age, to rip raw Need no rehease, I bust fat styles Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no Can no more, huh, I fear or I guess
I toss or throw it up and when it drop, I'm to blow it up Give a little, a little, grunt or fake a little Pause, you counterfeit the Kause ain't havin' it All your hopes cease, so listen closely, I boastin' note, you can't stop the humrush
Bow, up, one nine eight, X plus And is how we kicks it, for eighty decker is for the God's, the God's, the God's, yeah, you don't stop, heh