Lyrics:
Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz
King cause I'm having masarati dreams
Yeah yeah yeah modern day Martin Luther King cause im having masarati dreams
Last night had a masarati dream
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
I fall slow
Deeper as I sink
Nothing but silence
Trying not to think
I had a dream
Like Martin Luther King
Watched her walk away
And couldn't even
of them
They talk slick and wondering why I be son'n them
I said bitch I'm a mogul, yes I am global
I don't do Barnes but yes I am noble
Every interview yes
to make these new moves
Searching for a new groove
What’s up kid?
What it is dude
Just trying to stay cool
Living by my own rules
I gotta get back
were passing by
All the things I kept inside
Empty drinks low self-esteem
Blinking scenes and flashing lights
You know
You know
You know
You know
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
fucking merked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one in his brain
Over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys
was fluted and Clovis
It was hot as the pistol I kept on my side
And I was fiending so fierce, I was broke ass and busted
I pulled out my pistol
and soul, where only facts are kept
Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC's slept
I ain't in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step
Cause if you cross
to Bust, I know this a long ass verse
But I'm just getting started I'm taking this rap shit global
Put my music in the museum, put my bars in Barnes
searching searching for the truth
This the worst way to go
20 and I'm losing all hope I choke as I drown no one to hear me out
Kept by the sirens sound
Make
Kept it real when we was comin' up, you need somethin', get at me
I broke up with her for Nikka, I pull up on Oleander
(Yeah, I was fuckin' with
bringing down the door
Man they searching for that cocaina
Now my boy is deported back to Punta Cana
Yea, though they try to set me up like hurricane
I
Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that abortion
And put me in a can or even take me to the ocean
Seen
rats, snakes, and damn cheats
I've had dreams like my mother did when she had me
Just Like my mother did when she had me (Look)
Am Martin Luther King wit
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
I say yeah
The long road home, the crown the throne
I kept searching
Made time to find my own
I kept asking
Never ever strayed my course
I
forget everything
Couldn't fall in love with you, so I Fell in love with Mary Jane
Young nigga get that money, Working jobs ain't never lame
I kept that
Waiting for our time to come
Your love has kept my dream alive
A vision of my life
With you here by my side
Every forward step I take
Every
where the birds at
Rocking British Knights
Til I had holes in the soles
Eyeing the L.A. lights
But I couldn't afford those
No Barnes and Nobles dot com
the crown
Wild hundreds south side
Yeah that's how we get down!
I kept my soul like a real brother
Holding it down
And I speak on what I know brothers holding
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