Lyrics:
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
This is not for pc
Rated r no pg
Unpluggin ya tv
Bitch, I know u see me
When I'm out here talking greasy
Dirty with the oohwee
Poppin for the city
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
tomorrow, but I'm gone today
But I'm gone today
December two two is the day I tell 'em
About an angel by the name of Helen
And how her life served as my
the style you're very suitable
They play is back-to-back we are not mutable
Haters love to hate you also delusional
Once this tape drops we are so unmovable
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
check two
I gotta rhyme for you
And we layin' it down
With four turntables, foo
Two microphones
So let it be known
That smoke's being blown
While
we want you to come and live with
us and help us raise our children
The years went on by
I wish I had a praying church
And that the children grew up
think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
Bright right on his forehead, awakened by the lime
Tryna fight utmost dread, "everything is fine", he said
No sweat, as he made his way to dine
No
Simply be as you are.
In your quiet and comfortable place, seated with your back up right.
The space between your two shoulders is opened
Lawyer Bill, I fell from heaven
A few weeks ago
Or a month or two
I've forgiven all the humans
But perhaps I forgot one or two
I didn't tell you I
himself and everyone feel awful
Everyone besides those who decided to wanna be takaful
His happiness is defined by very small or little things
Things that
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down?
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
about our lives?! You needed wood and cardboard to make those protest signs!"
We need fuel! We need paper! It's almost gone! Where are we gonna get
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
greatness is exactly what I despise
Better run for your lives when you see the rage in my eyes
I've only very little time to keep this monster inside
Feels
like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And if you don't know, now you know
You know very well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you
the body that we are "in"
Or rather, the body that we "are"
Then we can, in turn, learn to live governed not by the external stimuli our body receives
But
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