Lyrics:
looking down
Disconnected from everything that surrounds him
The Social Dilemma tendency's on the thousand
Few raise they brows while most keep browsing
my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
And I can't hear 'em hatin' on me, I'm a modest man
Talkin'
Yeah! With me!
Stop blaming other people, take on the responsibility
Of generations to come
May they live in a world without governments and guns
[Intro]
In the year 2000...
{M-O-P} still bangin
{Firing Squad!}
{The last generation...}
Hey, hey, hey, hey
All right let me brake it down
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
Training generation fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So
others see the system that I see
Or do they see and say they don't and blame it on society?
The days of smart enough come to over, just say thousands
in your place (place)
They hating on all of my songs yeah I don't know what can I say
They throwing shots but I'm saved by his grace (grace)
God is
fantasy, with the scene being shot for a movie and the many paying extras lured by a rave concert featuring performances by neo-disco group Deee-Lite
I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. Y'know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off
don't mean to Peru
Eleven and a half that's the size of my shoe
They could only be walked in by few
What's the allure in being mature
There are No
little church that stands so proud
By the side of the road
A hundred years have come and gone
And a thousand things have changed
Everything we knew
the generations of soul ties and curses
I've been seeing a, dissectologist here lately
His findings found that I lack certain spatial reasoning
In that, I kept
career
Now my confidence starts to break
And all y'all songs on SoundCloud got at least a thousand plays
The listens you get it in hours, I get in a couple
cause you mad outta order
Beyond categories, another East side story Uh
That's three thousand miles ago
Cause cats are shook by past crooks
Doin'
is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of
slaughter.
(Wounded,
slice a thousand giga
Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime
Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine
Nine conquer bonds and nine
generation has been found
We're brought to the underground
Waste me to your dark dream
And taste me until all I see
A thousand sparks we fake
Love
the]
[end of the universe, Fall into it and there is no return. To reach its]
[bottom will take a thousand generations. When this world was anew,
Shucks, fucker, enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun and Mommy's mad I'm cliche generation X agnostic fron. It ain't the nifty faith of 1958 before the new new
permanent problem
I bet you hundred and thousand
For anybody to solve me
I'm like the greatest of my generation
Came into the game never need no invitation
failed them for generations letting the streets co-author they life stories when life faltered, my father raised me though my siblings hate me for it, they
an inspiration, I influence myself
From a generation, that's influenced by wealth
I'mma get the paper, make it through with no help
And I dedicate this
so alive
Sensory overload on the dive
Thirty thousand feet
Go by in a rush
(A rush, a rush, a rush)
But we're all in the same boat now
But we're all in
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