Lyrics:
laughing it up
Fuck Boris man, he don't care about us
He touches kids, bro that's sus
It's time for you to leave, it's time to discuss
Cuz we ain't got time
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
needles warm embrace, in a sexual heeling
This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feeling great
Watching my pen nodding off, spilling words out
as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I
and play, but now it's dangerous
Black kids playing ball in the street, and having fun
But Karen doesn't like it, so she dials 911
Now the cops roll by
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
Like we were Jack and Diane
Doing the best that we can
Two kids without a plan
Like we were Jack and Diane
Remember most of it like it was yesterday
that hold me down
I'm going back to the days of cds burning
Out erasers while i'm learning piece by piece
Seems fire got me feining
Dreaming getting
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
pop up like a gat surprise
My motto is kill track or die
Beef forget it now
Your piece set it down
I done already touched more kids than a pedophile
get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
Laid got popped by the feds
Through blue lights all that
I could see was red
Hey You're Koolaid
That's what the white man said
He looked at Sensei
We're Not Against Rap
We're Not Against Rappers
But We Are Against Those Thugs
You Don't Want To Fuck With Us
Who Run These Streets Like Us
Who Holds
make it here anymore
And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed
do?
Died in the grave
Now He's back, What it do?
This for all the guys who went around like the cool
Never used to let me rom in the booth after school
cfter How Could You Leave he's been drowned in the sea;
Their tracks never sounding like passion to me;
It's crazy how they're at where I'm slashing
track you’ll look like a du-my you might say that’s mean wake up life ain’t a dream or maybe it could be life like this would be lovely I’m writing this
ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they ain't mine then I don't give a fuck about em
Shit, R. Kelly played with kids
ya say, don't let a nigga try me
And I don't let a fine, pretty broad get by me
Don't let nothin' pull me off track from my hobby
Oh yeah, and I
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid. I started out with nothin'.
Wasn't livin' like Thanksgiving; I was turkey without the stuffin'.
Sometimes I
Like why her voice so raspy
I just got the whip
Ah racing like a track meet
Pull up onna nigga get
Your ass beat
I just got sum
And since a kid
I been
Women of color got sentenced, blessings unto our womb
They'd rather see us doomed, placin' flowers on tombstones
But BeBe's kids multiply while y'all
to accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
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