Lyrics:
that I really love, I love when they tell me what the fuck is up
And as below I think is what above
Shit, put that under the rug
Never intimidated by
it buried in your backyard
You were born under a black star
You keep it coming, coming back for more
You keep it buried in your backyard
You were born
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
performing my tunes
Fresh off a heart break a bounce back sounded good
By the end of July
The internship was over and my only coworker in the mall stopped
the notion we are all one
Cultures are distant relatives under the sun
Who could measure the density of every object?
My works used by Galileo Newton
Court
I was born in the late 90s
Though I live it up
Like it's the 70s or 80s
What's an old man going to do
On a young man's land
Except teach him what
Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Silver Wood though I never come back again
The man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon Graeme
She had not rid about two
smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish
smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish
We make contact to spark the ignition
That locomotive groove charged by a higher vision
Jump start the mission
Built to go the distance
Fueled with
typical
A scourge of a ritual
Delivered by witch doctors with small medical learning residuals
Legend born
With a set of horns, spitting verses so cynical
on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where
Bulletproof Hearts (For Laura Jane)
You were born in the last days of summer, started breathing when the clocks slow down
Now you're burning your
soul that's under attack
I can relate to that and I'm still coming back
If you're feeling this song, pass it along
We keep what we have by giving it
A-N-X-I-E-T-Y, got it in my chest really and I do know why
Calls I be declining at work, climbing under barbed wire
born with a purpose, can't retire
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
With pupils growing large the G's I demand
No harm done, only one man to smack
Everyone is safe, we're only digging his stash
But I'm cut off by a scream
another mother
John jazzii(Mad oh!)
Come brr! Come brr!
make I tell u something
You know say if GOD
bless the man them on time
nobody go run go do juju
I'll say God's name under my breath
It's stress
Imagine
The kids, the fuckin' youth
Surrounded by drugs
Puffin' drugs, smokin' thugs
The ghetto got no
Played by me, there's no rules
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael
father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
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