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by our leaders to annex the soil

Fire at will

Let me reiterate we have bought into the scam
Halliburton's running Uncle Sam
Abusing our
YO, is in this to win this 
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS 
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully 
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
know that it's in my plan
Advantage of demographics, I'm Jigga, Bruno and Sam Smith
I'm moving business, I'm Taylor Swift in a van
This game, boy, is
pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me
the morning at your telly
Whole keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven, 
After me there will be nothing
I am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that's how
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst question is
by leaders
They watching, birds clocking
Its my time in this game
I entered the stage like black Moon Sae
So get your Smith and Wesson
And buck
I hurl again
Then I'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin'
Yo, I'm on the block faithfully, 
Got it so good if I'm late they'll wait for me
Mama please pray for me
The devil does things in the worst ways
In
YO, is in this to win this 
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS 
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully 
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven,
After me there will be nothing
I am Legend and I Will Smith
Now that's how you let the beat build, bitch
Sam, I'm blowing on fools like WHAT! 

That nigga opened his mouth, so I fucked him up 

Nigga what, you don't want me to pull this trigger 

I
disrespectin'
Fuck a Smith & Wesson I'ma order you that chopper special
They say you shuckin' and jivin' from me you duckin' and hidin'
Let's see you duck
homes
Invest in pack that strong
Fuck a CP I trust no man
Uncle Sam I be taxing niggas then withdraw it like a ATM
Hood rich off of trap music but I'm
on the scene like Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico
But now you can't fool us
Now you can't lie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us
thinking bout runnin'
Maybe not this time, but trust dude, ugh

[Chorus]
[Man (singing)]
Comin', comin', you can't stop me,
Comin' comin', can't hold
sick bay
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
Before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian'
Captains log supplemental

The Klingons are
featuring Insane Clown Posse 
* the typist assumes best guess only on any Spanish pronounciations 
"Yeah! 
Let me know.(Whats that.)
call my sons, just call me Sam
Recognize who I am boy, we ain't fam
This ain't the Sopranos, know I roll with the Rhythm Cubanos
And millions get
the Reaper done came 
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name 
Cause trust me, why'all can still feel the heat in the rain 
I keep creepin, streets keep
done came 
I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name 
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain 
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin' I
tight suits and black sneakers.
No Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest
Who would be a big mess, trust me
Drew it, without rap
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because the game was supposed to be sold we livid
Came from the streets we the voice
The game got me by the throat
I can't breath every day I'm running
from the popes I'm on my last hope
all I know is slang dope infiltrating
on my block we