Lyrics:
a shadow man moving ridiculously speed
But do you know what it feels like to live by the gun
Hard beating, you can't aim, you just fire and run
You got
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
to hear the cries of doves
Anymore cause the parks been crushed by the building
And the view has been, replaced by a ceiling
Plus the carpark was a paradise
view points, or you'll be dead
Devil's babies die early, curly, sharp axe to the head
Comments from a murderer, my thoughts are sinister
Cursed by
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
Comin up for the pack
Comin up to collect
Comin up for the check
Comin up for the respect
Comin up step by step
Comin up comin up bet
Comin up comin
them pick up the red flare of the streetlights."
This last point emphasised by a moment of silence, which he filled with a look around the bar.
the fuck you thinking/// these punks is slipping//
There's no such thing as freestyles now they all come with written//
I'm n point like the tip
to figure ways to live it up
(yea i had to live it up)
I done seen so much and its sucks
For the mills ima walkie for bucks
(Yea they say the money talk)
I
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
Breakdown
Break the authority
And live your life
Free from the heresy, of blight and strife
Post solo
The stain that smears across the land
A fate decided by
funky, funky fresh
Rhyme authority, rhythm connoisseur
Hip-hop liaison, rap Ambassador
Duke of daring, the king of the cut
The prince of poetry and all
A morning
Gray sky
And a park
Green nature
A [Book]
And a path
A place to belong
Not here but from afar
Two strangers don't know
That bench
aren't allowed that thought
And believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
That live in
to demand of Your authority,
Is this the point for everything that I'm feeling,
Is compassion supposed to drive my yearning?
The love You put on my heart,
that?
Listen up
You laugh at me then criticize the way I choose to lead my life
I won't conform to your point of view, I'd rather die than live like
The word flows everywhere we go
Universal-ly, we be free servin' God you can see these
Lives bein' watched by the world like TV's
As we represent,
though
And next time we in some shit nigga, you will know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head, like look
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
and waiting for sunlight to finish
You prolli waiting to live in the vision
I'm making for us like I been in the kitchen
You know I been in the kitchen
You know
Live from the beginning of the end of days
Could feel the doom all on my head
Word to Metal Face led astray
Collectively believing will I've held
I play the intro, middle, ending back to the intro
Reborn to bring NEW beginnings
How many lives, have you ran through?
I think I'm on number five,
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
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