Lyrics:
be more
I know
Stuck in a trap
This maze
Another lap
We pray
For escape routes
That's why you faded now
We could be more
Tell us how
We've been feeling
live, real rap's back again
You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio
The "Sonic Jihad" continues
Where you either with us, or you against us
as niggas gettin' beat by these pigs we shoot
Outta coupes - fuck peace and the boys in blue, we do the
Raw shit
HELL YEAH
It's the raw shit
HELL YEAH
Do you
beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me;
We do.
We regret to inform you.
*
1984 is a book about the positive danger of totalitarianism,
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
fooling anyone y'know. Look, isn't there
something you can do?
DEAD PERSON: I feel happy... I feel happy.
[whop]
CUSTOMER: Ah, thanks very much.
definition of step pops
My shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without
Puttin' that "Ars" in it
Y'all niggas hear me?
up
After the stage show
And Carnival goers still haunted
By Kelso Cochrane's ghost
Power to his picture taunts us ever after
So many questions never
coolin' in Aruba, one sneaker on
Lookin raw beautiful, a blue Ruger, who you lookin at?
600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us
Y'all niggas is fake, all
what you do, but you won't do what I say
That's good
It means you can choose with your head
But why did you ignore me?
'Cause I'm very easy to hate? It
stay in the house for? (Why?)
If it ain't real, what you open your mouth for?
Yeah, I'm a team player, but I'll do it without y'all
I'm fighting them
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
I'll share with you two
Know, niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they
I'll share with you two
Know, niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one, get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over Bitches, cause they
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
of us have demons (greed, and lust)
Some of us have demons (lust, temptation)
Now this is your mom, your good luck charm
Pushing you to do no wrong,
to damnation
You wanna war against us then we coming at you. To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military.
God
Not by might
Not by power
By Your spirit, God
Send Your spirit, God
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You called us out
Out of the darkness
Into Your
Niggas around but they leave when you down they just want the power
Bitches claim you just to try to tame you they just want the power
She an angel
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
raw and all of your
Bars is baking soda'd up
Like having sex with a fractured
Pelvis you broke us fuck
You and got no chicken veggie store
I have four
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