Lyrics:
I'm insane
The state murder is still murder
It's still murder
There’s no fight that’s big
Enough to conceal murder
Lets make a movie and
Celebrate our
of my empire
Ever since that day I've been arriving late like a vampire
People say I'm a addict, got a lot of bad habits (true)
I love smoking that
diluted by the deception of power
That humans really think they control.. What are we but dust in the wind
Gods children but the vanity of the world takes
as I can run through current like state times
Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine
Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomly
current like state times
Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine
Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomely cries
I got a beautiful
To them houses in them hills
Thousand dollar benefit plates
No matter how high the stakes, niggas never outta place
Now I'm high, Empire State
Drunk
than the empire state
Ya'll admire fake, I don't know why
Ask your bitch how my dick taste
Blow dry
Oh my
Didn't mean to cross your path
Give so much
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
just a hand full
In a land of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests, banjos
We scramble
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy
It's water, that's all
The Eiffel Tower
And the Empire State
What else was a sigh
and what ails the state
Your grandson's hand
As he plays
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
a boner for the army
And a fake sense of patriotism
Wash their hands and feed you lies
Denying responsibility
You're a human error
A Capital sell-soul
of my life and more.
I'll hold his hand and wipe his tears and guide him through the coming years
And so years went by all this time she was chasing
repping
My name's Lievanos, don't you go forgetting
With a capital L for you punks
Go ahead, take it and shut the fuck up
We got swords, shields and guns
We
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
plotting them Sticking to the master plan (Okay)
Back on the road got niggas all state And we're all in good hands (Okay)
Push on the gas we ain't gon stop
fire, shall bring on a new light
They walk the steps that lead to death, summoning some spirits they call
One by one, they know their faith, waiting for
the nerve to acquit the murderer of an innocent young boy
Just on his way home from the store
With no gun in hand, knife in pocket or even hate in his words
Cyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brand
Big gun to hold it, it's gonna take two hands
Check the newstand, I'm running with the Manual
Flammable,
the better
It really could
Because what we call the World and what happens in the World
Its the collective state of Human consciousness
When human
to the very past
When two superpowers had a standoff, which was a blast
The States and the Soviet Union, yeah they were at war
But it wasn't a fight with guns
son to greet her
Security
From a species who rapes her and steals her jewelry
Destroying her resources
And leaving her in a state of nudity
Screaming
human skin
That isn't judged by where it begins
Show me the clams, show me the pearls
Mail me a note sent from a world
That isn't so far and always
you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son Ice motherfucking Cube.
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I
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