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And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
envy from my haters, bitch you know I'm popping
Gotta keep a pocket rocket, niggas pocket watching
Pocket rocket, pocket watching
When they know you got
See what ya need to understand is that we not cut from the same cloth
Ya that $5 Hanes' shit
We that expensive (I'm everybody's type)
That silk
That
Omar, Phillip, Brando, Styles
Di gyal dem see mi tattoo from miles
Tattoo time come
All a di space pon mi skin soon done
If you nuh have none go get
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
the motherfuckin bricks
Now, never forget, where I come from, son
I'm respected in these motherfuckin streets I run
I'm Face
It seems like everybody
an evening came
When a shaft from the devil's bow
Pierced to our ingle-glow,
And the friends were friend and foe!
Not from the heart beneath
'Twas a bubble
everybody's Irish cause their mother comes from Cork
They start the day by marchin, but they end up in a bar
As everybody knows, the Irish love a jar
The craic
tales of the crypt I'm the keeper;
Nice to meet you, busta ? niggas ?
60 figures they got they feelin' heated up repeatedly
sweeped everybody ? every
maliciousness
Stuck inside a world that's fueled by greed and avarice
Tyrants on tirades, stamping out environments
Thinking to myself where everybody's kindness
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
Everybody drunk in the V.I.P.
Everybody twerk in the V.I.P.
Everybody up in the V.I.P
Stay smelling fresh
Designer on fleek
I gotta new chick
By the end
I don't think I fit into his indie world
Guided By Voices and Velocity Girl
Eric's Trip and Rocket Ship, Rancid and Rocket from The Crypt
Bikini Kill
And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children
on the chin?
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow
Back to this place I dare not go
For if I do, my mother will say
Did you ever see a cymbal sipping from
When they come up from the bowels of the depths
With a growl that's so dreadful and foul it'll send
All you cowering clowns to the vet
Your a dog
are like a
Bronze 5 player straight from
Nigeria but I am like a
Challenger player straight from Korea
Nigga, why?
You black nigga
You black nigga you
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
crawlin from the crypt
Armed with a mic and a book of spells, hit you with a hex
Lets get a candle lit, summon up a demon
I've never been a follower,
Blast off passing everybody I'm passing you every body
With a homi gonna have to blame it on me when I'm masked off
cnd it must stang being gassed
I’m so vicious
chasing riches with these dope ryhmes
Analytics move like a rocket that’s a straight line
Did it by myself
Don’t care if I get signed
(hey girl, come here)
If you can't read, from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf (hey, hey, hey)
Maybe I'm going blind (hey, hey, hey)
Maybe I'm out
talking Water Street
And yeah I come from A-Town, that city that's golden
And you know we got that Spam brand that keeps the money flowin' (it's flowin')
on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
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