Lyrics:
Cool umm, the next song we're gonna do
Is a song by a really good friend of mine
He's actually featured on my
Original Black Radio album
He co-wrote
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
that, only hope so I teach that
Co-signed by that boy Lecrae
So I guess you say that I Reached that
I'ma try to live what I talk about
Until they pit my
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
We don't wear that uniform
Paper men from pages torn right off the press it could be Tass
Suits for the regime
The media's gone and had a baby
yeah, you heard the man
From the album "Ride the lightning"
For whom the bell tolls
Hey hey hey hey, come on!
Make his fight on the hill in
Its kofi k on the tack
Yh just look at me am blessed
Everything is going straight, men without stress
I like it
Everyday rest, haha
Did you know
Everything you did was to satisfy me
I can hear your heart when stand by me
I watch you walk with that stunning body
If it's love that you looking for, I hope
ay yayayayyaaaaaaay
El 3omor shu bemor bsor3a
Life goes by so fast / times flies
betlagi 7alak
You find yourself
laze2 khabet
Stuck, punched,
AdElt(
deg
Ey ey oljebyen reis deg
Ey ey oljebyen reis deg
Ey ey oljebyen reis deg
Bånn gass i feil fil kjøre mad stil
Flowe så clean men stilen forblir nasty
The actual date or century
Converts inches into regions and temperatures
Expanded snow squall
Standard dimensions
Beating seconds and differences
Providence Montana
Just a dusty cattle town
It lays there in the heat
Just a place to keep you down
Hattie Porter was a plain girl
By
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
a cataract. A sip turns into a six-pack
And Earth turns into Mars as my album becomes a standard
A hero becomes a statistic. A lost soul enlisted
was taken from me by a system aimed to defame me
When I get basically me too'ed by my bride to be
Mother of my baby its a crazy world and its also
Milion razy powtórzone kłamstwo stanie się prawdą
Nie wiemy nic
Chce żyć tak by bez obaw przed lustrem stanąć
I lepiej żyć
Nie chcę władzy nad
cannot be restrained
A need to dismember, disfigure, and maim
By A.M.A. standards, we've gone quite insane
Hippocrates turning in his grave
The oath,
becomes you
Be humble, if it ever takes something from you
No advantage, No standard
Ya Tranquility is being tampered with by Canibus' masterpiece mantra
of innocent men falsely accused by women
And conspired against by those by which they're governed
He advocates for marginalized males who endure and languish
don’t live by their standard life
Then it’s time to hit the dirt face first and die
Breakdown/
Time for you to die
Time for you to die
Verse 3/
(I)
wise old men wearing goat hairshirts
Oracles in the rectory
Archaic institution, chains of God and law torn away from our hearts
By the sexual
toi, ma chérie, toi
Toi-oi-oi-oi
Toi-oi-oi-oi
Toi-oi-oi-oi
Toi-oi-oi-oi
Dem want a man weh fi work excellent
Performance up to standard
the wind when it shiver
Up in the stu with the Henn on my liver
I'm setting a standard I gotta deliver
Watch how you talkin I'll beat you on camera
Got
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