Lyrics:
Gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each others happiness, not by each others
for all
You go by the word from the man who gives it
Never expecting a fall
Struggling, to come to terms with
This god-awful life that I live
wig, now it looks like a droptop
Big hand ting goes pop pop
You can get slapped by the dots or the Glock Glock
Aye, you know I stay paid in full
Man
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
ass when you sit
The damage I give'll make ya
Bandage the shit quick
The antithesis of a man is what you is
I'll slit your canthuses with a pen
I press
please hold this L tryna be the most
Raw on the planet, man I'm feelin' like a boss on the cameras, I give signs for
Legends to co-sign, pardon me man I'm
president
Watching my back through jack leading Jack
Trying to mack to your back homeboy you get sacked
By 14 of the hottest mothafuckas on the water bed
ICP
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
niggas since they
Put it in my palm
Put it in my hands, them cooked up grams
Where I'm from all the drug
Dealers was the man
So fuck a rap buzz, I got
quickly rose to fame
Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Doff your caps, boys, though saved
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
I'm just a middle-aged middle-eastern camel herdin' man
I've got a little two bedroom cave here in north Afghanistan
Things used to be real nice
in one life than your whole family tree
Now I'm ready to be the man that life demands me to be
I'm down to take the wheel and drive so go on and hand
day could be the last time that I ever wake
Give all glory to the most high, hit my knees and pray
Crazy weather , no surprise , brutal winter, Montana
nigga Targ
Bitch, I'm taxin' for the Zot and I can't bargain
We don't give a fuck how these niggas feel By any means, we gon' touch a meal
Ride Cullinan's
by your walk
His body lined up in chalk
I'm Running shit I'm the boss
Wrist in the pot
Yea hip in the pot
That little Bitch is a thot
She just might
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
the seas,
little are minds of men,
for never in the world were all equally wise,
'tis shared by the fools and the sage.
Wise in measure let each man be;
but
Trying to assemble all my Patna's that's like me, you feel me
That's how we do it
Clap for a niggah like me
Give dap to a niggah like me
All in
a world of light
Light up the night and take a stand
They thought Trump was bluffin' 'til power got in his hands
Fate of man
In the hands
Of a million
a pity, you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like
so here is a taste
Of the future of hip-hop Jeff, pump up the bass!
Yo Jeff one more scratch man
Ready Rock C man give Jeff a hand
a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn
changed lately
A new man with a new plan
When i finally took your hand
In marriage
But first
We had to go look for karats
Went down to Las Vegas
Where we
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