Lyrics:
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so
Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss
My point across, I gotta get to where I wanna be
miss a point and a cure.
He's in love with a little brown god he said,
I have seen the little beads on his forehead.
He'll watch the world go round
a second, and checked the track record
He would have seen that I'm solid
So gather round there's a new hombre in town
Influenced by James Brown
It's
X'ing' shit like Kaws' I'm finna ball
Last name George, first name Paul, 13 shots and I won't miss
Last name Paul, first name Chris, I'm the point god up
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
thinking like Bishop
I was thinking like Q on the roof
Never cared about the Juice
Only cared about the points and the score
So every time I shoot
It's
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
so much destruction going on in the world today
(Ahmaud Abery, David Josiah Lawson, Freddie Gray Jr, Paterson Brown)
How many lives have been poisoned
that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I'm lampin', with no need for spotlight
When I got light like
point? Don't front
You in the back of a long line
Trying to get in cause only members inside
Trees get twisted up like
Fingers and gang signs
Purple kushes
your Lovin
I'll never be the same
I never point a finger
Who gone take the blame
I've been holding onto a double edged blade
It's like I'm doing more
questions later
Step by step we fail and
Move steady to the lowest point like a escalator
MLK the 3rd said not to only look at the ones who rage in darkness
fool as in
Hit her with my dick
Finna colonize that bitch, 1600s shit
So far back, race relations didn't exist
Then I melted in her mouth, thought she
Chorus]
Goodbye American Bitch you've got to go
Don't think you'll ever, ever, never, ever know
How you shot me down so put that gun right back
A demonstrater, demonstrating dog how it goes
Hanging with killers with them drains coming out their nose
Opposing laws in this game so I can stay on top, by
Determine to make a way from nothing, keep myself out of prison
So that's what I did, I started writing down
My feelings on paper about the way that I live
paper stacks
Stacks, rubberband them, tamales I still sell them
So next year, I can pull up in a brown phantom
Them boys can't stand him, cause he
Why would I scream fore
When I can talk sense into you and beat you the fair way
I can pitch and putt my point across on the airwaves
I could beat
and defeat
Every triumph and defeat
Still your co-pilot
Your fellow traveler
Your compass when the stars don't shine
So point to the map tell me where
My only
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
HOTTIE
CATCH A FEW BODIES WHEN YOU GOT ME WILIN'
PUNCHLINES SOUND LIKE TWO SHOTTIES FIRIN'
AND MY FLOW IS SO DEADLY
ITS PRECEDED BY A TSUNAMI SIREN
I HAD
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul
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