Songs with rhymes of Tracks

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks

Soul brother number one here to kick facts
Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks

In with the facts
Remember when I used to rock the waves with the Dax
Mile in your shoes don't suit these tracks

(We ain't gon' stop) Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax
Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right)
Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks

Who got the fat sacks? We can max pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin facts about impacts, cause in facts

All these MC's sound alike screamin off of funky tracks
Got the nerve to put the garbage on wax

God said, "Sky dem tracks"
5 MCs on my jacks

I took my loved one over 'cross the tracks
So she could her my man a whalin' sax

Every time they turn a back, burn tracks
Niggas want to say they've earned stacks

Is it cool for me to smother the facts
Is it cool for me to cover my tracks

Uh, I nutted all in her tracks
Uh, slid my Black Card through her cracks

Bitches I scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
I could take that an him 'em with the blazin' tracks

He covered his tracks
You smothered the facts

Sad times, may follow your tracks
Bad times, may bar you from Sak's
At times, when Satan in slacks

I'm pilin', blowin' stacks, closin' racks
It's all Non here, over ruffneck tracks

Hey y'all, John Coltrane yeah he plays the sax
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks

I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks

I jumped off a train running off the tracks
Love is gone, face the facts

Why, why would you sit back and relax
And watch them kids fall off the tracks?