TRISTE (feat. ILL Faulkner & Kool A.D.) [Remix]

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Jamie Slacks & Hansove

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Unruined mind Goddess flew in with the timing
Got the pulpit huff and puffers moonlighting on they timesheet
Wolf never liked sheep, hawk never liked sleep
Pray for the world to heal but prey on a mouse a week
You know I got mouths to feed
Ounce a week, want me then announce a fee
Watch how you pronounce "my G"
Seems you skipped a O
In the quarter though
I'm brick and mortar need a glicky when you short a hoe
Get everything imported though
Had to it's the protocol
No need to get the Pope involved
Make sure you wash your hands with the soda, dog
I ain't a know it all, shit alright
Big steppers turned doomsday preppers
I put the lime in the light, I even seasoned all the peppers
I've been replaying The Message
Put the worldwide image to shame and I ain't have one
He who has the most dollars to blame and I ain't have none
He who has a daughter must change but what's the outcome?
Big, bad, awful and lame, or just a Dad one?
SIG Sauer awfully tame with that love
But the bullets still pierce through the shame and that's on blood
And that's on what?
On who? Who want what?
You don't want nothing with me
You don't want no thing
I don't want no thing with it
You don't want no thing
You don't need no thing but living
True indeed

Refresh the feed while the flesh has needs
Rest in peace to our natural effigies
NFT's waste our actual energies
Heracles stifled by unfettered tweets
I bet I bet and see it through, I bet you bet what he going to do
Just wait until you see it too
See it? What she going to do
What machine gun do
Through and through, you see it and I see it too
No more violence we been caught up in the wiling
Need to take a stand but sit down for the silence
Children, minorities, trans people dead
Aight, now how I'm supposed to clear my head?
How now downtown do we not fear the feds?
How now brown brow are we not preparing beds?
That we hate fucking lying in and I ain't fucking lying
The way we all lying, then lie down and take it, crying
Hands up to Zion, sinning the whole damn way through
Cramping up the frying pan trynna see what the fire do
I ain't alike to you
I put the fight in you

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