Lyrics:
a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
Now I speak with expertise, and any
Pain in my eye young nigga from Harlem
Shit getting spooky its looking like Gotham
But there's no hero to save your life
You better think it twice
*M€* /
peace with harmony Got’cha with *M€* /Had To lay dat gate on this plate /I had to take dat wight off your faith/so related Page's I duplicate /
Wite-Out
On Jim Crow laws, you probably missed it
Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence
It ain't easy livin' life like
even know
but you know it’s kinda lit like that
i let shit go even when im attached to it
people asking what kinda rap is this
wanna be like peggy
yeah, now back in the day makin diss tracks on your tape deck (yeah)
You could get your face decked with a skate deck (bap)
You might want protection like
you say it with your eyes
Don't speak
Don't speak no more
'Cause your eyes do the talking
Don't speak
Don't speak no more
'Cause your eyes do
much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when
on top of the game
Fuck if you like it or not
Ask how I get them freaks
Strawberry swishy sweets
You'll be dealing with H when you dealing with G's
helped you up with a paycheck and a martini
Please don't speak on what I do
Hush your mouth man, keep it closed
You don't understand the call
You don't
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
Mobbin deep with the tribe, deep in the night, you can flex when you bring this vibe
How I Sensxtxze my third eye? All My Friends are Dope AF!
Now, some
the people, by the peoples
For the people, by the peoples
The eyes have it, once again it's your people
y'all know my get down, my day to day
You can't spell
girl
I feel the moon happy
Whenever I remember my memories with ya girl
I see your face
I love your ways
But you make me blab when I wanna speak to you
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Recorded live from a canvas
This a crash course
I've arrived on the campus
Live, learn
Keep your eyes on the blackboard
Take what you need
And use your mind
high I have been treble
Don't need a vine to swing at the devil
Open your eyes I'm tied to the pedal
Don't fuck with me I'm the gingerbread man
What
a actual accessory
I'm antisocial so relax when you step to me
Nigga, I shoot the breeze with actual weaponry
Your lil' stare downs won't fare well
I got
the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be
I don't speak boyshit
You're always coming back but your love's poison
So I think that I would rather just avoid it
I can't understand you 'cause I
Speak no English
Aye what you trynna say?
You wanna go out of your way to put me in my place
Got no love for authority
I wanna see how far I can take it
Nowadays you only ever catch me with my cousin
You can't blame me, niggas hated, when I only owned an aura
I ain't forget, I ain't forgave it
I'm
when
I'm speaking in goals
And they don't understand when
I speak the creole
Being see sweet don't mean you
Think that they hoes
Being C-Suite mean
eye to eye
But when I see you speak the Life
When you look at you
And you look at me what you see
That's majesty
That's majesty
That's majesty
That's
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