Lyrics:
was a heart
You know there are walls
That come tumbling down
For people who yearn to be free
Still there are hearts
That long to be opened
And eyes
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
This right here this whole album's
In the memory of all our fallen soldiers
(Uh-huh)
We lost along the way
(Oh ooh)
Knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto
City
and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's dedicated
We miss why'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea
This right here this whole album's
Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be
A yo I step up on this rap
Morena"". We recorded this song because we believe it remains the fighting password of all those who thirst for justice. ""Grândola Vila Morena"" is much more
December 24th. I wonder if my Lola knew that when she named my mom, I seem to find Christmas clues in my life all the time. There isn't a day that goes by
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
Mussolini
And for you biting zealots, your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage, you're still a false prophet
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
a fool then clown em
If it's city girls then town em
If the alarms are set sound em
No singles
All albums
And I don't give a fuck who found em
If you hate
increasin', never stopped makin'
Last year I was a "rapper" who didn't know anything(anything)
Who?(Who)
How would you think?(What?)
They was always jealous
I wish you'd pull up right beside me
Stay here by my side when all the stars are shining brightly
Gazing at the skyline and the city lights remind me
back, I'ma need more than one" (come on)
Your last album was a weed tray, just some bullshit that we roll up on (brrah, baow, baow, baow)
You know it's
Plus his money keeps flowing like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, blow it out ya ass!
Shout out
through
Like a Sundays at a takeover
Many styles in change
I'd be lying if
I did this all by myself
Gotta surround yourself with connections
These are
know The raps sicker
A hood nicca
Mixed with back pack and back Flipper
I'll foot the bill and hit the stages so We all up in it
Act like you been there
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
smoked the grass her ass started to moving
Playing with her pussy and letting me know to do it
Then afterwards we both knew we were stupid
Are there
mess. I'm telling you. We all are. I know that, you know, and I'm just, you know, I'll be the first to tell you, you know, I'm a mess and God is dealing
there, yeah
And where ever it is I'm going
I know the answer will be waiting there, yeah ow yeah
We all know who we are (hey
Who we are
Who we are
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
Family maybe think we should part, but what do they know
Focused on your shadow side while I'm blinded by your glow
They really don't know what you been
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