Lyrics:
Broken, twisted, this is your home
Turn it all around another year goes by
Another held back tear from your eyes
Bottle it up and drink all that shit down
want me alone in night time
Give me someone to chase the skyline
Beautiful world with unmatched design
Given us by the greatest divine
All we want is
to trust
One by one we must
Figure out a way to
Break the walls between us
Cause it takes all of us
We marched for civil rights in 1965
Since then I hate
& Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
Years we got
broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't
reason I was cast down on this land
Is to sit in front of the MPC and turn the bland into the Flambé
Things to play to make your day
Same shit ten years
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
break to get away from It all, get away from It all yeah yeah
I keep my weed over here
Keep my feelings over there
I gotta play It by ear
Don’t have
buy a beer, they give you the change out their cleavage
Ten years ago I said rap sucked penises
Compared to now, them cats was some lyrical geniuses
Balance sneakers are legit
The past tense for bite, is called a bit
Everywhere that I go, all attention I get
I used to live by the North conduit
the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
get them things put on ya son
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin'
wage wait
I just need somewhere to stay
Lost in the middle of the routine 10 years later no new things
Yahweh on the line no loose strings
Change up
right-wing coup
Right-wing coup
Ew-wah ew (x2)
People of all races, creeds and colors
Right wing nuts think of us as the Other
You gotta know your enemy
damn, mehn I don't wanna wake up
Prehook: 2x
I'll remain your fan, so far you bring the heat
The color of my durag matches with your lingerie
Come gimme
(2x)
I been lost for a while...
Glad it ain't been forty years
I been stuck in my room wit desire just to cry
Wit no true ability to be able to shed
lookin' at the illest four
Niggas that y'all seen in ten years or more (woo)
I mean, you lookin' at the team with the winnin' score (ah)
Fuck them
famous
When targeted by a cartel? Who's plan is heinous
Damn!
Dodgy ref
Takes the bung
Fixing matches all week long
Easy money
Plan is strong
Even
and never told ya
Don't you feel Moded
Now shawty say she only wanna ride with me aye
Slidin' down the I-10 to link with my patna B
I might pull up
no 12 chase
You niggas is lames
All y'all take the bait
Big crib by the lake
I'll put up a date
When we gon drop at yo spot
FRN the coldest
Know you
state
And how we by death had been devoured
Son of all praise stepped down from his tower
Thirty three years of servitude, our hearts he would scour
Our
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
jumped up all ablaze
They say this year rock is comin' back jack
White gnashing teeth like wolves in a pack
Carnivorous, no mercy hon'
There's plenty
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