Lyrics:
marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like
When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
words
Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread
shots man down
You don't hear me
Cuz you never heard the sound
Wounded body seen it laid up on the ground
Count ya money you ain't worried bout now
Left
of unmissed opportunity
A friend seems so far ahead
A land safe on film
Untouched by reality
But like a well played record seemed to scratch
The news
and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like
to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into
Yeah, think about me, baby, ow
Think about me, baby, ow
Montana, wanna see me fall
(La música de Harry Fraud)
This gon' rock the fall with 'em
language
So even when I don’t sound white or educated
As if those two words are even synonymous
I can know that you don't just expect me to be homogenous
of by those with sound mind
Just like the center of a lollipop with chocolate at its core
Some things man was never meant to question or learn
And despite
Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
That's the sound of America
Elvis called so I can't go back
Gotta get me to America
Cutting loose and running blind
Like a lover with a valentine
Leaving
You should be ashamed of yourself (C2)
You smell me, girl, I smell like money (why not? What's better?)
See, that's what they don't understand (not
already)
You should be ashamed of yourself (C2)
You smell me, girl, I smell like money (why not? What's better?)
See, that's what they don't understand
Mexicans, Blacks and a few moved here from outta town
gun shots letting off such a familiar sound.
seems like nobody cares.
young boys in the hood,
keep
on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In battling, you don't want me to start
dont have no chance in this monkey play sports and make me laugh
Kevin Hart open heart concious Chya Chya
Dr. Seby taught Seby taught Megan, Harry Royal
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
hold this wap I'll buy the
Trainers that say C and C
Labels wanna chat me
My views are not a mazzalean
But any beat I jump on
I just merk it like a GLE
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