Lyrics:
plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Thinkin' like, back in the days when niggas wore fades
Silk tie caps, just tryna catch a wave
toc
Counting my blessings, naming them one by one
If you no get story to yarn, make you shut the fuck up
No need addressing, you already know who it is
I Lift my hands and praise
So I'm busy busy busy now
You can tell by my fruits that I'm saved
Lemon squeeze with the business I rebuke all the smoke
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's
I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
confusing then that puppy love
Call it a sick day
Endless by the sea
Loneliness is the new wave
Fiasco without the lupe
Bruce Lee with all that funk sway
Like
the chain
Now nobody safe
Talking down my name
Had to put em in place
Y'all don't know me
You gotta show me
That you deserve to be respected by the OG
I took
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest
I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now
Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market
New wave water whip
Flip pounds by the zip
Get down let it rip
Cap gown get your fit
Profound yes I is
Junky here go your fix
Break it down like
over 25 years
Rest In Peace Stanley "Tookie" Williams The Third
And to those who also been murdered by the hands of our government
We will not stop
Stanley Tookie Williams the third
And to those who also been murdered by the hands of our government
We will not stop fighting for you
We will not stop
been murdered by the hands of our government
We will not stop fighting for you
We will not stop marching for you
Til we see true justice
Til the end
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
Scratch me right where it say, William
On my back
Whisper to me Bae you killing
Don't you tap
Loaded clip busts like an uzi
Durk and Bag
I be rubbing
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
I've been drivin' all night, my hands wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', sayin', "I need you here"
screen Spike Lee
Sipping spiked tea
New tee pricey
Hake team my team
T Pristine entice the
Bumping unreleased albums
While I'm driving
This beat hot but I
said I'm bae
I hit the thizzle dance (Mac Dre shit)
Either hand is the upper hand (Oh yeah, shit)
Got a bubba on my other hand
(Whoa, yeah, shit, yeah)
I wanted to take a moment and introduce you to a song that was written and produced by my son, William Walker Jr., called Raise Me
This song is deep,
Little inner city Willie/much like myself
Was aspiring to touch the higher reaches of wealth
Self propelled by the propaganda of the MC's/
Glamour
just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean, surrounded by space
Lost in a forest dream
Sometimes I just fall, smoke screams from my
know you all had that feeling
That feelings drastic
What I wouldn’t do to be on top of the world
Or get a hot date with my favorite girl
Life is the main
raised
While we wait head in hands,
Hands in prayer
And fall into a dreamless sleep again
And we wave our hands
Hands and feet are all alike
But
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