Lyrics:
before they turned to scholars
And the ones we calling crooks
Be the same ones in a collar
Outta Gotham down to Queens
Hours out in the heat
Could've been
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Righteous anger keeps me Warm at night
Feels like a circus in my mind And I’m trapped here all the time This lonely circus I despise Dissolving my third eye
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
words but I'm going berserk
I been in pain since the moment of birth
I tell myself I got what I deserve
One day I woke up to a text in the night that
know the
Time got's to get mine in this world of corruption and crime
It's the wheelchair weirdo getting pushed by my hoes down to the corner store
Intervention underway what the fuck are they gon do
Shit got me kinda spinnin like I'm third dimension
Scrapin off plates till a nigga get that
the crabs and claws
Masses poor fluid money be lackin while you're relaxin more
Word interaction i work in a ration word here's a fraction off,
A third of my
of night
In the dead of night,
While the world is blinded
until the early light
We cry in the heat of night
In the heat of night,
Tell me what remains of us
da hame ja borte ave mundo to pejas mujera
Met a girl on a trip to Spain
Took her walkin' in the rain
Dinner by candle-light
Every night
She was
rapping nigga, stick to the Velcro
I control ya mind, ya mind mine to control
I control the world, the world mine to control
I control ya mind, ya mind
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
out without a time out
Keep my eyes out to see it all
I don't know who was first to love
But I need you by my side
It was about three years I wanna take
if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You
with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel)
You make the music with your mouth
The music with your mouth
[Verse 2]
Yo yo, I'm takin the world by
(If the world was a small town)
Probably would've gone to the courthouse
Have one or two babies by now
Couple little Southern angels
You'd be
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score
to Rawls pick me a beat to freak on
Something with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on
The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on
Up in
A sign stands over a door, it says
"Four lads who shook the world"
In the depths of those heady nights
We would dream of those bright lights
Oh my
rain fell while our love was hidden in the heat of your body
The night was falling while I fell in your love
The storm fell in our love while the world
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
was me, sunburn in the third degree
Now the calendars just one page and of course I am excited
Tonight's the night, I've set my mind
Not to do too
deaths are preventable
We have got to understand that people in third world countries
Think, and care, and smile, just like us
Where welfare kept it unfair
ain't smoking on huff
Exotic ass puff, that shit fuckin' buss (Yeah)
It's a cold world, so I come with the heat (Heat)
I'm smoking good gas, but don't
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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