Jd Era - That Ain't My Style lyrics

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I won't really hide my face

'Cause that ain't my style

I keep falling down on my knees

Sometimes I know it's true

That this ain't my style

Career criminals understand my subliminal

Using minimal words, I paint visuals

The individuals hustling in the physical

Hunger pains make a grown man act miserable

Plus ... an original ...

Around here you only as good as the very last

So picture me the sea, seagulls checking the beat

My soul leap to the sea so I can get inner peace

Pray for a victory, no one in the game do cheat

Away form the misery, training is obsolete

A rapper with no rare sheet, but clear beat

Your backstreet man hip-hopping the back seat

They cruise through customs clear a pierce, cutless

We is supreme, my generation lack substance

It seems the braindead are amongst us

Zombies with firearms posing as youngsters

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Scared of your shadow, I can tell you ain't prepared for battle,

Fuck beef, I want the whole cattle

You ... got your tails cut, last Sleepless in Seattle

Know you a snake, you don't need to rattle

That ain't my sty's though, I knock you down like a freethrow

You just wish you was a brother from E-low

My story ends with the green light scene low

No matter, glows travel anywhere that we go

It's T-O, I'm bigger than the broad eagle

See a nigga walk the other way like D-Boh

Better yet, take a knee like T-Bone

Give thanks to the God, proverb to the people

Style is thick, I rhyme different

Blew all the way to the top, Mahster said

Three bitches say building as pimping

And I don't break a sweat, I was built for the distance

Let's go!

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