Lyrics:
Like I'm Kobe, kick it like I'm Roshi
They don't wanna rock, I walk around and I go do it by my lonely
Is it better
Like are you better
Like is it better
the numbers
Explain why my grades are low
I'd rather be a bum than have a living as a naked hoe
You thought that I was good at nothing, you should go and think
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John
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We are going downhill at a rapid rate
Can anyone save us
Is anyone listening
I don't think so and if they are
Do they even care
This is meant to be
type narrative
I think I'm done with that now
Um, I've been in years and years of therapy
And essentially you just gotta accept who you are
And that's
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
up showing why you should never doubt ya gut
Niggaz funny B, luckily I got a sense of humor
They shooting at my old goals
And I just hit some new ones
depression at all
A worldwide pandemic
A few attempts later
Now that little boy is a music creator
Album ain't done
I just put out this single so y'all can
so...
Trapped
To understand brings love, why if they love to hate?
How do I guide the opposition if they lost their way?
When is forgiveness just
stay with these guns niggas think I'm enlisted
They told me get it I listened
Swear I won't let up for nothing or nobody
Boy I live in the stu I
are we gonna do? (I don't know..)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through? (I, don't, know)
Can't go left (uh-uh) can't go right
a whole lot easier
I know these are views suppressed by most men
But what have I got lose if I choose to express them
Maybe we could understand each other
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes
Don, are you okay
I'm okay
You know why
Why
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
I thought it was
Hey there, uh, I wrote a song on some weird microtonal instruments
Would you like to, well, yeah, would'ya, yeah
Well, yeah, they don't sound like
A lot on my mind I think I need to take a load off
Electric design the way I'm blacking out and go off
The stage is the only place I'm cool to be
Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
Nigga, they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget (nah, for real)
What the fuck a nigga really wanna
that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city
of time crying over wasted time
It's not about what people think, it's how you feel inside
My biggest failures in life are knowing I never tried, woo!
I
They never caught the nigga but the bodies still piling up
Every time I think of it the killer ain't too far from me
They found a chopped arm, by my
The Revelations is real and y'all are just witnessing that
Oh and by the way, God and Jesus is Black
These are my opinions
I say things most of y'all are scared
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
what i'm saying? that's why they don't respect us.
when we start to realize who we are, then we can clearly see who they are.
mos(rapping):
originallity
squeal
I think we gotta take it up a notch for real
They already had a chance to botch the deal
Now we gotta take it all back and heal
For every little
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