Lyrics:
origin in reality
Is buried by focusin' on our differences and this is called insanity
Race war is a distraction from the class war
I motivate on Black
long in a gunfight
Manna get shit up
Yeah, heads get pricked off
If I know where you live
Doors get kicked off
Then plenty of shots get licked off
Bill
My daddy sent me on to Baton Rouge in 1969
He said our love was like a forest fire and he'd end it with a mind
So you rode with us to Temple, Texas
off take off)
She wipe me down, I’m cleaner than napkin (I know you see me)
Just got on live, we so litty, you should tap in (Tap in, tap in)
Just came
AS I Shift Thru the Change
Lyrics by Chelsea Reject
Chorus
Ya ya ya yaaa
Ya ya ya yaaa
A a a a
Tell me what you want from me.
Tell me what you want
We even got you started down in baton rouge
Well shorty's kind of trippin' from making him stand
So stacks went off to get the gun from his hands
Black lives and lil’ booties matter
But just like my pockets
Swear that thang getting fatter
Want me to serve it up on a silver platter
But you can’t
solid as they come, i’m real in real life, I ain’t no poser
I match energy you put yo’ all in this, I four by four you
Need a Latina from New York,
back at the crib
Champagne in the fridge
Back yard with a pool
All my all my lit
Where you at
Where you been
Where you at
Where you been
Let me live
Let
my problems by getting crossed in college
But what the hell you do with a BFA
Broadway, no way, still owing 60k
But I pray for the day I can be in
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
It's part of the act the fifty states
Pack up your bags it's never too late
From Alabama to Arkansas
Follow Alaska, say what you saw
Swim in
to live across the street from the park in the villa
Me and the cuddy on the bench smoking Killa
Then the bus drove by and somebody banged on him
She said
slack for a bitch
Detachable steering wheel with the kill switch
Born to ball, VS's
Furniture in my mouth like Paul Wall from Texas
I'm after my
And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the tale in my hood
Niggas is up to no good
You better
my phone again
Coming from where they ask you yo what kind car he in
Counting up we live this life with sin
I could show you more than i tell you
So
sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you
From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you
Dancin' all jolly as you pussy for them folly
I knock
through cities and across the land.
War Correspondent 1:
Now you hear the roar of the bombers, they’re approaching now in from the sun right high above
a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm
Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests
Came in through the back door
boi
College Park my city I represent it
Imma a city boi
From da city boi, I'm in ya city
If ya know about da money
We can get it, I admit it
Imma a city
somebody daddy
So if you thinking bout it bitch don't @ me
I was sending packs to the valley
South Texas they would pull off in the lm Audis
New Mex Steppa
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
next
If she linkin wit me put the D in her chest
Let's shoot a scene leave a G onna set
How you duckin from me but you Tough on da net
When you run into
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