Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
Praise and accolades
Bereave the stage
I say thanks as lights fade

I go, I go of the stage feeling regal
Ego, ego getting stroked, feel my steelo
So high, so high, so high, I like an eagle
So high, so high, so high, no pinot grigio
I'm drunk on my own wine, feeling plastered
Man, I'm gasd up. I ain't take no Beano.

But you know how that be though
We you can rock the stadiums, that's another steeple
When you can fill platium pews full of people
And give it up to you like you was the Repo
Soon as the record hit the needle
I hit the stage killing homie, you can call me hero
On the real I'm villain homie, you can call me Debo
And I'm living foul bit there ain't no referees though

So ain't nobody shooting free throws
I just hit the stage like Frank and do it my way
Spit perverted Gospel, Bernie Mac Friday
You heard what I say, it ain't no referees so
I'm traveling, packing and hit the highway
Different cities have become the same place
Every crowd's a mirror man, I swear
I see the same face
I just say the same thing and let my pockets gain weight

Homie, this is my day to dayt
I make them put their hands together like they're saying Grace

All in the name of the Lord and his saving grace.
I'm playing games with His love, homie flava flav

Cause every time I'm rhyming I'm thinking of going diamond
My heart's in the club, homie Ace of Spades

I'm on paper chase, gotta get this bread homie
I need a paper chase, trying to hold it down homie
I need a paperweight
Never wanna fade out, gotta get my taper straight
And I got them lined up
Homie, homie ain't that great
Homie, homie ain't that great

People clap for me and make patty cake
Cause they feel my bars like Saint Patty's day
As pride fills up my chest, I gotta give them my best
I'm never gon take a rest
Homie homie I hate Saturdays
And I can't take the Sabbath day
So forget what my Daddy say
And gon ahead with the patty cake
And give my talent praise with...

Applause
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I go I go
Give my attention
Steal both my earlobes, homie take a listen.
It any of the first verse sounded familiar
You can say the first verse was kind of a mirror
And I ain't even gon lie say that wasn't me
Like when cats told me told me I can rhyme. I wasn't geeked.
Lil' home from the gutter streets of Akron is rapping
With mad fans and staying at the day at the Double Tree.
Chest full of pride... Double ds
Cats used the sleep on me... Homie double Zs
But now people stop me and ask me for my floppy
And can I sign a copy... Double Cs
Driven by selfish ambition, enslaved me
And kept me in the kitchen, making head
When it really had me held in a prison made of beats
And every bar I spit made a prison gate for me
Fighting with myself internally warring
Trying yo change my foes, my pride was my opponent
Trying to change my clothes cause I hate the color orange
I had to call the Warden and beg him for His pardon
Repent of pride and the hardening of my heart
And denial of his calling,
I need His grace
To come and pour in and mercy
To fall like autumn. I was falling.
Pride had my number
It comes before the fall, similar to summer
July to autumn
The pride of all men is for guys to applaud them
Or deny the God that awesome
So once again I'm falling
This time to my knees up to You
I'm calling
Praying You are pleased, I down at your feet
With my crown at Your feet, asking for Your audience
You're the crowd that I seek