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the macro scale makes a mockery of fresh meat and clean clothes
and regular meals.... I need to take a trip to Mexico -
Fire a gun – get chased down by racist
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
flies by now we're getting old
And it was 1997 made a house a home
Trouble tried to follow us but nah we dint envision how
The same kids we shared
touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then
Cause it's like that, only way I know
How to play it, I'm all ready
Wanted by a triple murder by the Feds
So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all
Feeling so tired
Fallen from the tree house we made and climbed silent stations
The weight we keep to keep so loud in our days
Fool on parade
Pink
from blasting through my house,
Then I could shine a beacon whether floats, fine, yes, or drowns.
But there was no heat, it all had been extinguished,
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag to hide the whole face
? I said bend over
Started to knock then came the odor
Smelt like mush
come back to our house
Everybody gonna do the U.K Jive
Dad's got a crate of beer and it's an open invitation
He's ever-so elated and so are his
Let me go back to the start
A little bit of my history, let's see
The story began with an Irishman who went by the name of Keith
Who fell in love
of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna
we wasn't stun no alphabet
That nigga been dissing on the gram like goddamn, y'all ain't got him yet
Feeling lonely I chase a check
By my lonely I
doubt
Drifting on the coast in a beach house
Small circle away from the crowd
Chasing for the cheese
From a cat to a rat, meow
Set sail lay the anchor
But
but he was just a loner
hold up I can't see him so well CZ bullies around him
He tried escaping to forget but it was crowded
Surrounded by racism in
house of cards
And the clockwork is long frozen
I strolled on by that old machine just a' grinding down the road and
The gears have rolled those broken
To Get His Mind Right
I’m In The House Watching Bounce, Rolling By The Ounce
Me & My Dog We Go Hard In Goyard
Spent A Five On Some T-Shirts By Ky Nizza
As for me and my house, I'm not bothering by what man may say,
When 5 years none of our people have died, and there's never been a casket rolled through
And you'll be right by my side
Alive
Alive and prospering
The skeletons in my crowded closet are kept hidden
From the real fiends that visit me in my
is, truth is
Things just got way too crowded
We'll probably miss the mountains
It's flat where our new house is
We can roll in the hills of the grass
huuh
Ladidaaiaa
Heartbeats burning the house to the ground
I just know
I shouldn't know
Struck by lightning
Last the everglow
I should know
I could
easier than falling out
Move into a bigger house
Kinda getting crowded now
I'm just being honest
Think that this could be a problem how
Priorities are
try to make sense of the world
Despite fear
All being is being-towards-death
Don't leave your house, not safe
Avoid a crowded place
But remember to pay
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by
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