Lyrics:
Cos, Black oil spills
Black lives killed
It’s a systematic genocide of the white mans ills
Whilst dreamers dream of being part of the land
Those
never wanna be the one to miss a part 2 for the sequel
Backing man from the get go like the prequel
I don't wanna be you
My mind's in intensive care,
dreams before we die
Can't waste it all on what we like
Too much going on
So guess I'll see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess
happens, sparks'll fly
My marksman eye, see shit with bigger pictures, meet my darker side
Ya rep is geographical, home with two different parts collide
that I wanted in my sleep
Cause when the dream get good, I get trampled by sheep
Nightmares, even when I'm walkin in day
I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin
all a bad dream
And I'm in South Philly
Now tell ‘em, Mr. Hohner …
Me and Mr. Hohner
In Yuma, Arizona
than eat
Hear more than a roar or a floor board creek
Who’s that, two cats ain’t jack to me
Proved that. Moved racks like factory
True facts, two rats
down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's
defy, when you live or die
[Chorus: x2]
[B Real]
Times I hated, times I waited
Times I went by where I was drunk and faded
They said I wouldn't
it, you and me were meant to be together
When I hold you, it's like I can say all of what I mean better
I feel better
I seem heading
To my dream's
of the divine
ohh, part of the divine
gotta get together cause together we will climb
[Chorus 2x]
through the war little soldier
cause god knows we're breaking
that gas and we're puffin by the onion
Barely buzzing tell me why you're bugging
Lately I've been on some I don't give two shits
Unless it's about my
help solve them
So take a stand if you're all with me and give two middle fingers to the elites
It's all just part of the plan, we're warring for
the car and the house would be hot if we ain't have no car
By any means gotta get to the parts
this a project, you cannot be a part
I'm with the gang
homie
My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody
Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only
Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy
I hate to stunt but look me up
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
I've been searching for a meaning
Fighting demons just a part of
Chasing dreams
Calming Ego
Still part of me though
Stitch without a Lilo
Wine glass
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
that ass crazy
Dirty lady sitting back faded
Hypnotized by those hips
Cant take my eyes off those lips
Lose my grip as i slip
Into a dream so lucid
From fever that comes from knowledge
And photographed by the above
Can I get the picture signed
One more time
And get back what's mine
I've left my parts
The force of a storm
Atilla, king of hunes
Gods pronounced his name
The One that anyone preceded
Atilla, flagellum of God
Part II
While he and his horse
He's nearly to the part where he's bit by a goose
In Schaumburg, Illinois
I saw the big golden arches, about a 1/2 mile yonder
I thought I'll buy a hot
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