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Omo, E. B. Things for my country
ReyKnow, Star of the Show, Kelz Nena
Omatseye
1 By 1 I don tell them
Base on who I be I noh dey fear them
Isoko dey

Money and the same bitches
Different women but the same bitches
I'm still surrounded by the same niggas
Quick to let it click, blood stain niggas
I

soon
So I drank a wishing potion and wished upon the moon

I wished to never sleep and to be happy all the time
And I wished to live a thousand years so

Remember nights in that trap where i just couldnt sleep where the fuck ima sleep now
Ian never used to sleep when i was selling dope why the fuck ima

If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody

Results generate hall of fame (Kobe)
Dusse only golden age
Malcom x generation Nat Turner liberation (Obama)
Slated problem with opposition fuck it

Autobiographical

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was

Off the Wall

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

just my imagination, or is my generation 
Fascinated by gun play and incarceration 
Peace to the departed, I get it started like A-be	 
see, It ain't

and the girl looking at me
Don't be mad but she can roll with me
In the Lexus
We gone go and do it in the next it
Generation x's love first sexest
Hey, and get

gluttony, stages of mass malignancy
Effort to make conception, generation in atrophy
Glam life in debt, scam life in editors
Byproducts of neglect children

on your dreams onto bigger things
Start early never know how the tide swings
I'm talking real inclusion by site no illusion
That's right a global movement

‘Bass’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Rudy ‘Shred’ Covington, additional vocals by Damien Koen

CHORUS X6

Bass in a nigga face - Mello

earn it just to burn it
While we living by the code of only death is certain
Alone it's one for all, together we never fall
I call upon them rebels with

of something I never wanted 
This generation is the death of me 
The spark so dim whenever I sleep
No give jus take, only profit schemes 
I 
I never thought I

Tell me the odds of a hopeless musician
As talented as can be, just hoping they listen
Speaking on a generation that's lacking the wisdom
No typical

We don't know what's good for real and I know it hurts
Stand by my side, know I'll put in the work
Didn't expect to fall the way that I did
But I

a generation traumatised and baptised in the blood of our martyr
Dishonoured by our nation we were tossed aside
A story you heard in the great books of war

I've always been confused by how other people see me 
How they treat me's Not a treat, but they'll never defeat me
They've never won and never will

This that ragin'-This that ragin' generation (Woo, Woo)
Let's go to the moon
I smell the fumes
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
This-this that

to play,
This game of life is high stakes,
Since Kunta Kinte,
Never got no equal pay,
but I'm still supposed to pay,
As if I made the same rate,
Chased by

generation
Destroyed by madness
Starving, hysterical, naked
Angel headed hipsters
Burning for the ancient heavenly connection
To the starry dynamo in

cuz you never know if it will be your last time
Never let an hour or a minute past you by navigate the stormy weather as you celebrate
Life in the UK is

Rollin' through in a brand new Toyota Corolla
Live alone in a two-bedroom apartment
But it's real cheap, you can tell by the carpet
That's ok, 'cause I'm

(Hook)
Aye, This time 11m reppjn for my team
Losin out on sleep, I'm steady rhymin in
My dreams
Fuck the fame and fuck the gold, I only
Wanna make