Lyrics:
on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your
Liberal move, is all confused, gun users
Instead of peace talk, fuck this world
I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off
I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
The skyline’s shimmering in the night
A world apart, yet so alive
I feel the pulse of the electric air
A humming energy that surrounds me
In this neon wonderland
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
Yea, you know what it is Mayne
H-Star coming thru
Don't catch yourself sleeping on me,
Playing dumb you ignorant fuck
Third Coast born so I'm
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics
my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro
with my old man mind
Inside a young man's body, third eye, third leg, bitch don't stand by me
These are not Versace
They still pulled up on my Drake
great big world you see
I'm the Third Eye Spy
And they'll never catch me
I'm the Third Eye Spy
What do you see
I'm the Third Eye Spy
In this Troubled
your soul
Weight's gonna get much lighter
World's gonna look much brighter
Though the heat's gonna carry on
We'll make it through the night
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
all once more
Push the button
Light up the heavens for a third world war
Turn on on the lights
Stand by cameras
Watch the ratings soar
Push the button
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
review on Fader
Still get no love from Pitchfork
Nigel Rubirosa, que la cosa?
Feet up on the sofa
Heat up on the holster
World's Fair Yeah, you know
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward nigga and we bout it
Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just scorch ya,
to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle not so far away
Lives a natural drummer with a dream to play
He's the brother of the lizard
Against the canvas of the night
Appears a curious celestial phenomena
Called Black Star, but what is it?
Black people unite and let's all get
running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Don't let the heat drop, let um see we moving
weak production
Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines,
trappin the heat
Grant wishes and I'm fly, see the Aladdin in me
Turning 21, now you see the Savage in me
This is The Perfect Storm
One, two, go at the same
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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