Lyrics:
the paintbrush, could it be your pigment, your faith
Or the power of your name
Just tell me what you proud of
All the world's a stage, and we got our parts to play,
Y'all get pushed to the side, man
The music, the viewing, my cousin, my brother
I'm making the money, I pass to my mother
I stay with my people,
mothers, I brag with the best of 'em
Ask your man what score he got after Mr. Deff tested
If you're the champ, hand over the fucking title now
More
And I wrote back
You never had to call me you just pop up like a cat scratch
You always grabbing and you love to touch me like a cash grab
But I
by your beauty again
Just like I did freshman year and again in December
Or is that my last thought before dying in a flash flood
After getting home
faucet
Farrah
Charlie’s angels
Man switch your angle
Need roundness cool bliss
Like a pink kiss
Lipstick Avon
Deliver it quick
Pink caddy
Rep my daddy
molested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers
The world is bitter, like baby mothers
Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us
hair braided by a bad bitch
Filling up my cup need a stand in
Dosie round my dough like a bandit
Got a pole in my pants and a scarface
If you could walk
bit
By his pet Kizmit that's it where are you you little buster
I should have never saved you left you in the gutter with your dead mother
However he
at the County Morgue by six in the a.m.
Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn
She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone
Tryin to be strong
She
that, its your community, it's the
people around you. It might be your cats. Who know what it is, it might be your relationship with
yourself, but that's
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
to the D
Playa suave cat, mane, not like many, I’m different
So don’t compare me to another
If they can’t hang, word to the mother
I’m not your idle, nor
mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase
Under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
An honey you can make my motor hum
I got one chance
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
[Killah Priest]
That's it, it's war
Priesthood, Priest
(Mother Earth was pregnant from third thing
Your in lock with it, I have tasted
light me up and then smoke me
Got you thinking your the Godfather like Vito Corleone
As an underground artist my days and nights below me
Signing
Making mad money off of your socials
In your first days
Observe ways
And elevating music with my wordplays
That is considered being the best
Present
dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will
my hate when I'm on this base, am I gonna be dying today?
I don't know fa sho
Sabi nang Nanay ko (My mother told me)
Na ito ay si Marcos (This is
that perfect tapestry artistry that is resuming
Your epic legend incredible human
Future cat from the desert of Kemet lioness Judah
I am Bantu birthed
as we do... Because we live in a time when the destruction being caused by our enslavement of animals is threatening the very existence of us, and every
Personally I think I handled it rather well
Cat and mouse game snatching rats up by the tail
Deep off in that water high as hell I’d rather sail
cat is now evil
And your dog is dead
Will you ever forgive me
With your overwhelming dread
Eyes empty, head full of water
Can't blame the world
And you
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