Lyrics:
pace, lean like I wear a brace
Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
Now it's
and crippled and whack
The eagle eye leave em bleeding each time its open season
No bleepin' the fuckin words on tracks I'm speakin'
This track is recent, like
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote in that drop top
Now boy don't get it twisted by the drill in me cusp
That gimmick only strong as how you making it up
So rest up it
He never even hear them
Only ho ho ho, Is da Hoes I know
I was born among racism, that's why the police hate me and I
Cam see it in their faces
ready then like when the lemon's green
Now I'm in the magazines almost every week
'Cause I'm getting heat like in Tenerife
Right now it's better than
Time is simply passin
Got me diggin dead Presidents up
Livin corrupted
So fuck it, there's forfittin'
Juss more grippin', how to trap it
No cops
The pain is great it strains the brain
The razorblade's inside my wrist
Satan's praised by scientists
Planes are spraying lines and shit
These are crazy
mind
I'll be here with my friends
Mr. Blues by my side
Well, old Ace is blowing their horn
On the jukebox
And when he's done
It'll be time to go home
. .
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
a orbiter and a hurdler/
c circular/his true self is getting robbed by a burglar/
Decent men have to suffer heartbreaks/
Decent men suffer heartaches/
doing it
What the fuck?
The fucking guy
From The Apprentice
Is the fucking president
And he said Fuckface von Clownstick
What the fuck
Go out and fucking
the president
Acosta's doing fine
All the names you've collected
All of your videos
Were buried by the state
And rendered inadmissible
You think it was all
What's been the best time of your life
Please say it was chasing wood
While you were the President's wife
Starting to kick in
Wanting to feel it
Everything I've been through is back up in front again
And nothing measures up, nothing ever comes close
Cuz I love it yo, stuck in my banality I covet those
Rappers you know me, that keep it real shit is phony
No matter how much you smoke that weed, fuck with dust
I'm in yo' central, you drive fakin in
through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin' new
And Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
defy the chinks hide
In the wooden facade
Imma be the king you can tell it by the tracks
Forget about the things that been tryna set me back
And when I
The USA was once a beacon of a light
Now it's haunted by Demmies like its Halloween night,
Crime's taking over, turning streets into a fight
Let me make
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
the president and prejudice motherfuckers who's message is to neglect what our message is
Make shit worse and not settle it
Its chaos in development way to make
runnin' in my seas!
Bitch, I'm way too/two fish, Pieces
It's about to get to lit, but you can't win this match
'Cause The Writer is hotter than hell!
I get
It sound like a marching band, only thing I want is dead presidents
Profit, cause all I really want is profit stack it up and save and try to stay
picture.
All has the color of the anger,
There is something clear.
You sing elegies on your knees,
That’s the way it fucking is
To have something real !
Mr
show them that life is limitless. (Unlimited)
They'll hear this and hate, sealed by their fate. But make no mistake, it's hard being great. cdjacent
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