Lyrics:
These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms
Like these [?] shoes, in the D where dreams come true
This is the the story of a man who's trying
dead
Probably could've seen that from that damn knife in his chest
Really, what's going on
Cause I don't see anybody
Is this a damn battlefield
Or maybe
Hip Hop is in a slump
We need to bring the fun back, where's Humpty Hump?
I'd rather have MC Hammer on this mic dancing
He was way more entertaining
made by the rich
Mice on the rise, more than a glitch
Time to fight back, time to resist
Ideas to alleviate exist
Their oven warm, your hole is frosty
the here and now, and your heart is opening to a story.
This story is taking place in an un-usual daily life, at an un-usual time.
You're opening the door
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
not using
Most of their minds
Most crimes that's committed is by a cat
That listen to a rapper spitting shit
That's fictitious and try to mimic
Don't
me
Till the word on the streets is that I'm after him
True, now I'm waitin for departure
Cause I'm never late on arrival
Grabbed the landmines
need to rectify this, Rah
(And show these motherfuckers how
We Mardi Gras, Know what I'm saying?)
Sometimes I just be wondering
How these cats be coming
For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats (aight?)
'Cause I know niggas is hard-headed, but I ain't got the patience (uh)
windmill
I dreamt it'd by mine and a home
Far I've come since that first day
Like a landmine returns to the fold
It's too late
Lost my way don't know where
I got stitches, I wouldn't wish this
On my worst enemy, this is a vicious
Spiteful cycle, but you know I'm gonna try
One more time my demons, they
Real hot girl shit
Ah, ayy (Buddah bless this beat)
I've got a stank ass walk and a reckless ass mouth (I don't give a fuck)
And my shit so
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
(who you rollin with)
Because this part here is crucial
Show our heart and hopes maybe
The feeling is mutual
Look man we gotta roll with cats that's
Out
Apparently these parrots, comparable to animals
Garbage picking savages, zombie like cannibals
Feed on they own kind, lie just to get by
Smile in the daylight,
Gang signs, then "boom," step on a landmine
Disintegrated, was there for your baby nann time
I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes
Half of these
And the time is right
And tonight's the night
Alreed-alright
Come on, old man, come on
We the cats shall hep ya
So reap this righteous riff
went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul, Luke Just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah,
What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot
at DeMoulas
Rock with the truest cats on your block
Then bop to this
Come on, yeah, shop at DeMoulas'
Y'all know who this is
They can't fuck with the rudest kid
You get judge by yo skin and yo tone
Awe shit
So you quite as mouse when it's on
Awe shit
But them boys wanna hit you with case
Awe shit
So like Tay-k
shine
This year is mine, nigga, give it up, step aside
I'mma ride 'til I die, all bullshit aside
Think I'm faking? Come and try, just prepare to be
Follow the leader
Drink by the liter
I'm smoking loud
You smoking reefer
My bitch a diva
Your bitch will eat her
I can show you how to treat them
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