Lyrics:
just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I'm jammin'
Porque el teléfono por mí está sonando
Atención a todas las unidades
Llamado de emergencia del sistema 911
Hombre moribundo con aparente ataque
has been Triggered by silence
Triggered by violence
Suffers from blindness
From all this crying
Shit is tiring
Another day another night
With his
the screen glass
Cowered safely out of the range of tear gas
In about the same amount of time
That I can make a bag of gear last
Wreck shit faster
Than 9/11
washed by these idealist
Just a realist being labeled a conspiracy theorist
Cream preaching begging pyramid sreams
Fools fooled by gold
Believing
dime qué quieres beber
Es que tú eres mi bebé
Hasta luego fais-en, hasta luego fais-en deux
Call me by your name
Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends
Well, I was cooling
Sitting by the phone waiting for
A ring with a female voice for a date or
An invitation to a nightclub
For some mingling
Then
on the clock
Consider me an anomaly
Wordplay agility
Rhyme scheme fluidity
Move so swiftly on every delivery
5-tone dominos
Checkered victory
By the 3rd round
me
I can't fucking do this, grandma can you hear me
I shook her awake asking her about her meds
By now both her eyes in the back of her head
And she
gotta fill the garage
911 look like Gwede Mantash'
Baby mama look like Nicki Minaj
Little Mikey look like me, oh my gosh!
Money looking like it's
lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)
Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem)
Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem)
Lies on my name,
and the blood I lie in's my own
Bruised ribs and a black eye
Swoll shut, but I still see my life flash by
Geeked, cause I think I seen a priest on the bypass
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
911, we got a hazard outside
So many cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside
Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it outside
Homeboy, don't you know that
bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
After 9/11 they had a three point plan
Usama bin Laden, Iraq, and Iran
So they went into Kabul to get the Taliban
In the Tora Bora caves
first into on coming traffic
Missed the red light cause' I was driving erratic.
Backwards 100miles an hour down the e-way
Lights blurrin' by me makin' it
room at the Holiday Inn again
Well, maybe next year
Or, when
December 24th, ten PM eastern
Standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
[Chorus]
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o' my teeth
My blood
them baggin grams
I'm a bad man
Strap in my hand
Give me some mad plans
Picture my city
Surrounded by crimnals
And then some
I'm go have to hit one
the sun up, be ready to flee
Yo Lord, tell em where you be
Lord Tariq:
Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas
No love
to talk to you Rock
You didn't respond
I called 9-1-1 and then ran for my moms
Waiting for the ambulance and I
Tried to be calm moms went with you
I stayed
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