Lyrics:
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
lock, ain't a match, ain't
Twelve gauge, twelve, when I rap, when
You afraid?, you, might laugh, might
Wrong way, wrong, wrong path, wrong
Don't spray,
as a good and decent man, who saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it, saw war and tried to stop it.
Those of us who loved him
And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By
love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I come alive
I need to be free with you tonight
I need your
You the other half to me the missing piece I need to fly
And live my life knowing you're by my side
Butterfly city around you, thankful to God that I
(Mvmbo)
Nigga get me mad, get on the 'Gram and post a Curtis Jackson
That's a fifty just in case you askin'
Jit, I feel like A.I. when I'm
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
passion so raw make us say things so wrong
When it was done I begun the journey to the man I must become
While also trying to live it up, I'm young
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot ho-
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
attacking people who think different than you
Try to understand that we were all created equal!
And are endowed by unalienable rights that of which is liberty
is great
Instead of getting something thats fake
All these lessons is crazy
Where you from right here
They think Im doing something wrong
So focus
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
I'm on live right now with
My fans right now, kickin' shit
Dog keep makin' noise
I'm finna kick the bitch
The weed I smoke expensive as shit
Truffles
real we don't fuck wit No fake friends
We don't live by the rules we just break em
They be dogs but no we never chase em
We boss up on these niggas
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
it
Plenty of times I been wrong
Thought I was led by the spirit
You can keep the pride dawg
A lot y'all been tweaking I'm just happy I'm alive dawg
I pushed the most
So she jumped right off the boat
She ain't wrong she had to go
I get it though
I been alone
Check myself in I changed the goal,
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
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