Lyrics:
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I, if I, if I, if I, if I
If I didn't love you, I'd hate
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
I'd love to see caught 'em by surprise just know the bell is ringing peacefully
No lacking on the decency I
I never follow trends if it's important it
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
When you realize the way seconds flow by
And all the wasted time you spent getting high
Hanging with your friends, pressing send on a message
Never
masterpiece
Sent by the Assassin's Creed
If you're an aristocrat
Now's the time to flatter me
That dude is fly, with that suit and tie
He don't mess around
the fuckin' phone
Now if my black ass is out here gettin' beat on by cops
Tryin' to call somebody for my fuckin' safety.
I know not to call your black ass,
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais péter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
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et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais pêter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
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Better start that siren, 'cause the twister here to sweep away some rappers
Like a broom, I'm doing chores by taking out anyone trasher
I'm a Major
of the pie
That's all I really need
I'mma live by the code
And I'll die by the creed
I'd rather die on my feet
Than to live on my knees, free
So what's your
scared that syphilis widens
I left so many souls there, you'd think I did it with isis
Long picking
You'd call that a Richard applause
Joint to the hip
the players at the table
Two men of the phantom creed
Seemed to play with sombre purpose
Than a reason and pure greed
And the gambler felt his back freeze
the same endgame so it’s kind of by-the-by
You could meet your curtain any day so I’d rather die and try
Then I’d lie up in my grave with a healthy peace
that all the culture that you building
In these four walls is determined by theology you wielding
I searched you on the web and all I managed to see
Was
One by one they throw us
In the line up
Fuck all the cops
And the judges, the lawyers
The D.A. and politicians too
Prison for profit
They lock up
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