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what they do more or less
Focus on the grind and I'm best by default
Step into my temple and you see me on my throne
Gold on the dome, don't drop that
really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like
a reservation, best accommodations
We get the word, they never heard
We were comin' by at all
See what they can do for me
Only got one room free
Little bit
children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us

SPOKEN
For people who did believe
What we could do to change our future
You knew
and watch my baby smile
That's what I might do , if I had a mind to

No, I don't want to blow my horn, no telling how many souls I've worn
And what kind
here on this killing floor
 In a world gone blind
 Where there's no more time

 But I love you baby
 And I know by and by
 We gonna find a way
motherfucker
What the fuck you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up 
Pick it up, pick it up 
Pick it up, pick it up 

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep
young girls want to be with it, 
You ain't ready for the bed, 
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head, 
Come back in five years, 
When ya grow
to be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
When ya grow some hairs and when ya
a seat, I'm gonna show you how
Everybody hit the pyro cue
We're gonna blow this off and show you what we do

This ain't a party
Get off the dance floor
Cause I gotta love
You know what I'm sayin?
Hope the truce never ends
Youknowsayin?
We can do this
Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of America

I just want to help you all but
All I do is stare
these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your
to mention the fights you get in
 Nightly visions of these Tina and Ike revisions
 So What's Love really Got To Do With It?
 From prude women to stool
Mars and then beyond
Genesis is not the answer to what we had before
I we altogether in you

You know I remember the 23rd of November
In the abyss
just a player's charm
Any girl and I do it rather well, 
Closing every bar like a professor baby
Kells gives sex seminars 
When you walk by so slow
ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where
what did you think
my agenda was to freestyle, smile, get paid to smoke weed,
and grab the mic and spoonfeed?
there's more to this than just paying
to this senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time

The first day of prison was always the hardest
(Scarecrow)
Lord Infamous, the futuristic rowdy bounty hunter
Nigga I come from the land down under
Up the from the ground
You don't want to rumble
Or cry round
à part, j'ai ma Black school
"Au secours"  on ne connaît pas assez, nous, on trousse
Embrouille, quoi? Quoi? Quoi? What you gonna do?
Big Black gamin,
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
(Chorus - 2x)
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter

(Z-Ro)
After living through drive-by's got
with the mic and you want to flip
I`m the rap bounty hunter and it`s time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I`m comin' from the streets, pop
And please
you got a pump
You aimin' that bitch in the sky you chump
Point that motherfucker this way and dump
Oh what you scared to go to the pen?
Thinkin'