Lyrics:
you ain't with it, without a doubt
By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out)
(That's right)
It's time to get stupid and cold
dream
Speak your mind when your down, learn to get up
And even when your fed up, yo you got to keep your head up
You have meddled with the primal forces
I'm putting on a ski mask
Ready to the take the heads
Of all the tyrants
All the sellouts and corrupted feds
I got no fear up in my eyes
I'm not
from every one of us
So fed-up that we'll force you to beg at our feet while we're fiending to cut their throats
Cut their throats
Cut them
I'm trying
in the ward with a bible
No remorse or survival
Hit another whore, That's the cycle
Drive by Ford with no doors on my rival, Leave him gored on arrival
do juju
Feds said I can't be with Headz
This is my freedom I'm risking
Big rambo or the flick 'ting
I don't take knives from the kitchen (One)
Tryna
rage when he sees that the centre page is a boy band poster.
"She's possessed by the devil!"
Her mother shouts.
Blaming it on Satan, like it's
us to bleed each paragraph
I speed through the chapter fast. My prospectful wife
Hangs her pride at half mast, force fed domestic life
Is giving her
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left court in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don't talk
the crescent's droop
An example of what the substantial quartet can procreate
Synchronized they operate
Water feed earth's production
While fire is fed by
Portrait of a family force-fed through tunnel straws
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie
There's a narc on every corner, knock-knock-knock
the government
My plan said I had to get out and break north
Just like with Oliver's neck
I had to get off, my boys had the feds in check
They couldn't do
Once again we march to war
For victory or death
They arrived with talk of hvitekrist
By force they wanted us to kneel
With their swords held to our
being to die away
Force fed poison
check!
In a godless world abort my babies & vacuum its neck, slurp!
Genocides Illuminati force-fed by the liberal meanies!
Exorcists of God's paradigms
the dance, do the d-) (yeah, check it out, yeah, now)
The grind never stops, like I'm running from the cops
It's hard to stay humble when you're force-fed
of land
I was force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my instincts
As I headed to'ards exile
Cleopatra did not own a barge
But
fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spin revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake, flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good
out of the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spend revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake flip your golf in
and I done fed off your breasts
If you dealin' them cards boo I'm cuttin' the deck
So you think money is the root of all evil? Have you ever asked
that role
They sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish
Death on the feds cup spills with Grey Goose
Watchin snuff films
Laughin with dykes that
force yourself to jump you
Don't think, you just jump, " she says to me
After she sat down with the immigration
Officer in a tiny office, we and a bunch
my cash up
Feds got M on a stop an search I can’t lie they jackpot
024 when my broski home no homo he buss his ting give him back shots
Don’t flex
Accrobatically juggling
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning
Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk
Ate the floors
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