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I'm Karl Marx to you heathens Allah got me through seasons And y'all wouldn't believe it We all racing to eden That God place like a beacon The raw
by eating cornflakes There's no laughin' when I'm snackin' on the dfjshdhasdkjsdfnnsda (SCOTT) Now you know to never ever ever do it again Next time
pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass So the rats
the peasants Too clever by half, halftime down twenty I'm not that good at math, but common sense, I got plenty (It's fuckin' over) In person, these
morning I'm the beautiful fiery Truth of Richard Pryor and the communal Wisdom of Baba Gregory I am Frederick Douglass with a Kangol slightly tilted
to make a fist. Everybody die, gon' bury me alive. Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside. Glock clip full like the moon in the sky. I'm at the gas
the acres Now I'm late for a date got caught in the telescreens Lost track of time 'cause of some new routines Got shook by Halloween fiendin' for a dream
it’s all failing. Like wet wood, exhausted by the weather as we start to save our breath for one more evening of decay. The self aware lover clogs his
[Originally by Joni Mitchell] The last I saw Richard was in Detroit '68 and he told me, "All romantics meet the same fate someday: cynical
they don't play Demons by my side swear we bout to go crazy I'm putting in work bitch I'm moving these weights Can't come back around cuz I'm gone on my
the ends got to fill the city Got the whole ends and Richard with me Man like Goose and my nigga Sticky Ashmond just got the Richard Mille Man can't call
What's up? What's up? (Czarface!) Bottom line, I'm only human, that's the deal I want powers but I'm not a superhero, so I steal Yo, assemble
hoe from the back and she crying It's going up, it's going down I know you hate it when I'm not around Got a Richard Millie on my wrist now You know
demonstrate Four by four, eight by eight Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix,
got no time to waste and I ain't got no one by my side I got these bottles on the table and the music's playing loud Living life's the prize and I'm
hurt Nigga I'm on time Never giving any bitches any time Lean on me weed on my grind Bullet and a pistol by my side That is how I ride With my dawg
sat side by side But I guess I'll never know What it's like to hold your hand (What it's like to hold your hand Bet it would be grand) Bet it would be
(Freebandz) I'm looking at all these niggas funny, Richard Pryor I'm ridin' first class flights on these pussy niggas (take off) I just found that was your
When will I, will I be famous? Yes, you're suitably at one With your body and the sun Yes, you are You've read Karl Marx And you've taught
there stopped to think What our lives might be like today If Karl Marx was as good a salesman As Walt Disney The bacon brought You home to cook
can’t see ‘cause I give it all to GOD JUST GIVE IT ALL TO GOD *produced x L. MARX.* (engineered by Shoreside Ghost)
darts Yeah noah with arc I blow up like marx Might throw up this five I throw when it's dark I'm covered in hives She lovin my lies No love is in sight I
finished yet Baby, I'm a communist That's why they think that I'm a threat I feel like Marx, this is my work But I won't work until I'm dead Is this your
twos and threes Thank god I'm sexy as shit She sure doesn't like me for my whip At first she was asking for my kids Red flags go by when I'm in
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