Lyrics:
wants to live
A place where some will not survive
The number three is like smile
The year the spirits were disturbed
Their shrine became streets
goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on 'cause I don't stop rappin'
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga
And this is how it goes (how it goes)
I just pick a style to flow (style to flow)
So when I get the microphone (the microphone)
That is when they
On Charley Patton highway
The mist, the rain, the mud
Somewhere east of Tunica
And I'm close to giving up
My car goes round in circles
The road
go
Cold feet stepping in the wet snow
I been real real from the get go
Max Michael on the track like a metro
By myself now
I don’t need nobody but
a doobie
Pen to the pad, relax in the back seat
With a beat cd that be soundin' groovy
Steadily, we be in the trenches, never reckless
At the same time,
the infantry, they shoot to kill intentionally
word is you could be disturbed mentally
Police balk, but that's business officially
What you thought, they supposed
blahm, blahm, that DJ got me going, oh hot damn
I get to moving when I hear that jam
I can't help myself from dancing when that beat goes, beat goes
Blahm,
than hell
An evil
That goes by many names
The crawling chaos
Human life is but a game
Offering knowledge
They do not question origin
Blinded by
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
words of wisdom
While I'm rapping on beats
By myself I can shine
I don't need no Mr Sheen
Faded losing focus
As I sit inside the screen
Of smoke,
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
That's Some flame for real
This is real talk
Confessions of a thug
They never show us love
We never get a plug
But life Goes on
Goes on
Tryna carry on
Lets
disturbed, word
Now-a days you could get shot
For a cheap necklace
Back then my people bust shots
For the free breakfast
Now before you see God, or stand
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere
My baby won't talk to me
She giving me the third degree
The peace is sure 'nough disturbed
I know I'm just gettin' on her nerve
She's the only one I
I love that super soaker on her
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Love that super soaker on her
Tell me how you really feel, right now
I just wanna get lost sometimes
Yea yea, yea, yea
I like to be alone
I don’t like, to be disturbed
I
Sleeping with both my eyes open
Sleeping
I'm disturbed by your control of me Disturbed
Slave to the feelings within me
Slave
I'm so sick of you, my stomachs
get the pass, no fumbling
I can handle the flow and the beat like I’m juggling
I’m doing this so I don’t get fined
Respectfully declined
I was forced
All the time in the world
Ion got a problem
I can't be disturbed
Got the best energy
In all of the earth
All I ever said was
Nothing but affirmed
Aye
Really put time in a verse that's me
Man must feel if a man can't see
6'5 be what I be
Could've gone pro but I chose these beats
Silly control in
You know I read some old journals the contents disturbed me
My younger me seems to be
Just as lost as the girl sitting here see
It's hard just
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