From the recordings Prison Art and Prison Art
Lyrics
All I Ever Do Is Shine
All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Spaceships... Rocket Launchers... President Bush... Donald Trump... Obama... President Uhhh...
V.1
Character of a Gangster... Honor nuttin but the Money... Maybe I oughta thank you... Maybe I should go Dummy...
Look at how I’m Depicted... look at how I’m PorTrayed... Right after I was ConVicted... I made a Vow to my Grave...
I’m a Hell of a Hustler... got a Hell of a Swerve... Been a Hustler with the Money... Been a Man of my World...
I been a Cardier Hustler... been in Gucci and Louis... member though if I Stuck ya... I’m the Guy with the Toolies who been Thuggin on Julie...
I’m the one that’s Supplyin’... I Been a Federal Number... your Favorite Rappers is Lyin’...
I been ahead of the Curb... and Calculatin’ the Odds... Slangin Coca or the Herb... and Captivatin’ the Gods...
I got the Eye of the Tiger... got the Volvo and Saab... I got the Will to Succeed... I got the Motive to Rob...
I’m Motivated and I’m Hated... got Raided and didn’t Flinch... and them Jokers that Ratted on Me... they ain’t makin’ too Much Sense...
All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Spaceships... Rocket Launchers... President Bush... Donald Trump... Obama... President Uhhh...
V.2
Simple as sayin Yea... I can Feel it in the Air... i felt like sayin a Prayer... I can Feel it in the Night...
I felt it all of My Life... I felt it wasn’t a Hunch... i felt it Holdin the Mic... felt it wasn’t Polite...
To keep the Audience Starvin... Felt like Gettin’ It on... Felt like I’m the New Marvin...
Hold Up a Thousand Pardons... I’m Sorry I’m not Sorry... got No Excuse for my Jargon...
Open Mic sessions... I’m Chargin’ Double or Nothin’... my Benjamins lookin’ Perfect... Yea now I’m Collars and Buttons...
A Scholar in Cuff Links... now you don’t want me stop... too many Rappers that Stink...
They lyrics Equal to Drinks... Poured out in the Kitchen Sink... Don’t Cry over Spilt Milk... I’m Lavender... Not Pink... I’m Platinum... Promethazine... the Rest of these Boys Zinc...
I battled back from the Brink... and the only thing they can say is I’m Brighter than y’all Think... and the Only thing they can Say is I’m brighter than y’all Think...
All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... All I Ever do is Shine... All I Ever do is Shine...
Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Shine... Spaceships... Rocket Launchers... President Bush... Donald Trump... Obama... President Uhhh...