Lyrics:
a compliment, reply by saying thanks
Your acceptance doesn't mean that an ego trip is ranked
If there's something that you think is dope, tell some folks about it
All the years
All the folk
They're just passing by
I'll be there soon
I'll be right back
Here on the one track
Lately
I've been losing
My sense
I'm here
Heard that back home man
They was asking for charity time
Nah
Aye
Max cut that beat man
Kodak how bout you tell em
That shit tick me OFF!
Go all
When I’m sitting at home minding my miggity own
Then get a note about some bigotry and wickedly folk
Dropping terrorist jokes about NoperdyNope
It
deals secure the gold oil and promised to never let you down
Sold some and saved some in Swiss banks for the days I'm not the crown
This isn't new folks
Young boy is killed by a gun toting driver
He caught him, shot him, 'cause the kid went too far
When the man was asked why, he replied with
droppin' on your fake persona like a bomber
Who keeping focus. I'm being highly explosive
And folks should know this before they test what I composes
When
transparent
These types are not hard to come by or get
Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck
Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel
Leavin homicides to him,
Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em
Put the Blowed on 'em, roll on 'em
Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, over me
Outwardly, inwardly,
dope
'cause we don't need more rappers
Just some plain old courageous folk
Keep your hearts warm
In these dark storms
This art form's
For those
on they dress code
That's why I'm on my grown folk
Even though I sag my jeans like im 16 years old
For the kids no Jeulz High type though
Phat boy steez,
I don't dance but if I did id be doing an old school boogie
I straighten things out when shit get crooked BLAM you right there with everyone looking
home,
but he started out to roam
and I hear he's out by Monterey,
And sometimes, when I've had a few,
his voice comes singin' through
and I'm a-goin' out
damn fools
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on,
wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park,
the horn
Some folks need sleep for work
I don't sleep I just feed the urge
I got sheep to herd
It's no even odds
It's no key for birds to fly out the cage
We the lost tribe…who the fuck is you?
Ayo
Don't judge a book by its cover, oh my
That's the story of my fuckin' life
I'm draped in camo, just
fuck
With weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burn more white widow smoke than an
Old folks home on fire
I make change cha
Lucinda
A child of the sea
And I will always be around
And you can lay your burden down
The bus is waiting
The folks are going home
We're
(It's a load of old John Bull)
Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire
oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained
St.George Cross red, and blues
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned
My compassion is so
On a desert Christmas morning, 1981
One month shy of six years old
In the valley of the sun
My first two-wheel bicycle stood by the tree
My heart
yet/
they will be pretty sonn/
oh its the same kind of feeling in an old folks home/
even though you love them you cant wait for them to go/
and I
Nobody living in Burchell Lake
Left in a hurry is what the old folks say
Once was the best mining town around
Until the copper fell and the pumps
Hail the king under the mountain!
A new king arises
to reclaim his deathless throne
The world is grey, The mountains old
Nowhere's home, No stars
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