Lyrics:
but so clever
When I write rhymes on brown bags and in shower steam
Me and Paul are the power team
We'll leave you deflowered with a mouth full of sour
the tumultuous journey of you
One day this thought will run across your brain
The rejection and fear the point the finger blame game
Skin that's been kissed by
"Mother Popcorn" by James [Brown].
Okay, umm, I wanted to ask you now, you just recently just changed your name to Soul Asylum,
and up until that
stand up
Get shot with ya Hands up
Persecuted for taking a knee
The ghetto is so hood
The hood is so ghetto
Overstand the difference
Only when ya lived it
down
And speak about the black and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain still lingers
Over past
my bros, talkin' quick
I'll say it on Mics you can Mark-et this
Time is short handed: Paul it ticks
So we gotta make a song that hits
About politics,
fight
Ride by the hill holla at E. Neil
East Point raise ya flag been hill been real
[Chorus]
Weeastpointin' x5
Tell me where
Chris Paul I go hard
Carolina Veteran
Richland County Hero
Cape on for the memo
I never had a demo
Just projects that y'all missed
So I signed myself
ADA
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
has been said and may be edified thereby.
So Paul said in 1 Cor. 14:5,”... greater is he that prophesieth than he that speaketh with tongues, except
blowing
I'm finna call your bluff
I can tell, just by how you look
You don't know too much
You don't know too much
You don't know too much
All that hot air
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
deaf
Killing my fitteds with no intent, I grew 'em better
Like I'm under a goal post, I'm two official
Extra point nigga, I forever kick it
As far
conscientious by design
To reach the heights of academe,
To be the captain of the tea,
To CEO a thousand who
Will do the things I say to doAnd I will make
about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
pretty brown eyes
Slim waist, thick thighs
Tell me if ya down tonight
[Chorus]
You and me and tonight
Girl what do ya say?
I gotta have it
U's
Heels on the floor, blunts the air, Ladies by the stage, my niggas by the stairs, Pretty Women with good hair, dark skin, brown skin, skin so fair,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart
But I lacked
and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like
lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste
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