Lyrics:
million of them
Get stripes and medals
Generals conduct the great death symphony
Played in the key of hate
By musicians with no rhythm
But offbeat killing
Gather 'round party goers as if your still livin'
And get on down to the old Slick rhythm
Now this one here is called the Ruler my dear
Its a mere party
Rhythm and Poetry
Mama used to tell I was going to die being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be
We was in the store, she always tell me
Little man
the blue suits
Hang loose with the fang tooth grey wolf with the wasted youth
Take two say who who made you
All time great not a two game rule
All white race
vision to improve they rhythm
But they off-beat
I stay in the pocket like a
Bitch's wallet in a business office
Man, I put it out, and
Ain't no limit
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
knocked on my name, fuck yall
I'm colossally great
A prophet, a wave
Fueled by an unstoppable flame
A treasure that's better than, fuck a lot
All of your
to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient
I shut my eyes
Tossed you aside
All black and white
Have to get by
Wink and a smile
Heaven tonight
Smile and a sigh
Need to get by
Eyes on the road
a white wall
Lighting up the sky
Fractal framework
Art of nature
Patterns by design
Testing out your frame
Put yourself through it
The past's the opposition
Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in
to thrive for great
And live Day by Day
I might break down
I might lose hope
I might fall back to my old self
I might lose truth in the white lie
I might fall
and bloodline
Decimated by white men never hesitated
We the people were blindsided by genocide
Sergio Chorus
Stand back stand by thats a threat to my black
mafia
What else? Niggas know what's up with them
Hokum Block back to McClair
They knew not to fuck with him
Smoked a couple niggas boots
That's the thing
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
maybe
We’ll see that day until then, keep Pushing the rhythm until um the fill End and
Win where you run it at
No they can’t hold me back
I know my words
can dance with us
Dance Dance Dance
Steady with the rhythm
Dance Dance Dance
Baby life is worth living
Dance Dance Dance
Girl you're doing great
Just
and let them pick it
Pay the tab, grab the bag, step out side take a drag
Marlboro hard pack everybody step back
It?s a great big word and it?s mine all
(Y'all ready for this?)
It's the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I'm not a backstabber
Tell an MC he'll get bunned like shatter
and buried in the yard outside
Sit back and watch the world go by
Happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust
We tried to work, good God it wasn't for us
a great white hope
Do you give up things that you love?
And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole
Can you go back on your own word?
All
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
the yard outside
Sit back and watch the world go by
Happy to lie back, watch it burn and rust
We tried to work, good God it wasn't for us
She's gonna
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