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I pledge no allegiance to your flag.
I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad.
Way they take away ev'ry mother's son,
If you want
to be 
Is left up to me, and my momma nem told me 

No, no, no
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly 
Seven and forty days, hey
folks is give and take 

And I done took so much, now gimme my glory 
To have a choice to be who you wants to be 
It's left uppa to me, and my momma
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"

(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me

You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
And called it
me

You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
And called it section .80, the message resemble Brenda's Got a Baby
Whats crazy was, I was hearin
--

Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me

You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
And called it
by far the finest thing
This tired mile could give to me
The colors of the man I love are deepest blue and green,
And it isn't very often that I say
the landfill
Onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble
Brush off your shoulders
Break free from your standstill

Signs of a better world
Causes we understand
a family
And I'm forced to look at him and say "you mean
You're guessin"

The population is getting higher,
The poverty poor, the pregnant tired
Are waiting
a nigga like that so fake
No different from a snake
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
sweaters
From nights we don't remember
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Fucked around and got attached to you
Friends can break your heart too, and
I'm
sweaters
From nights we don't remember
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Fucked around and got attached to you
Friends can break your heart too, and
I'm
I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials 
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts 
Cause it's a hard row to hoe 
If your ass
Then from the glock rounds and lockdowns and burials 
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts 
Cause it's a hard row to hoe 
If your ass
the crew 
I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash
I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast
Give me your motherfuckin' loot, papi
I'm gonna get
on a straw

Rubber ball man
A poster on the wall
Of a dear friend
I wish there was a way that I could show you
How your songs set me free

The hero
keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story.


[Meadow superstar
That is what you are
Coming from a farm
Reaching with your arm
Come away
to be the driver but I continue to ride
Will the game recognize me as the best
I go from home to the dome
If I'm the king why they don't give me my throne
snuff a cut
I don't give a fuck, when I pop up, niggaz duck
You want to find yourself by yourself? I'm just the man for that
You won't even be tryin'
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes
(Chorus)
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good
Now they all want to jock my fame