Lyrics:
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this
grave!
Now I shall be the sixth man
Who offers you a ring
But this time it's not for love
Just for the bling i know your hand is full
So I guess you gotta
where her nigga went
She said your guess is good as mine
Dropped outta school now he run the streets like all the time
Left me alone with this baby I
left behind
With the fear of rejection, and the quest for perfecting
No more wasted speculating, time to balance your mind
And to the Land of Sand
No
on a field full of land mines
I rap over beats with extensive bass
Shine like a diamond for girls with expensive taste
Won’t let this beat go to waste
I’ll
of this land
That it's only ever seen from behind bars in a cage
This history of the winning side written on every page
It's not as simple as being mislead,
You're forever seated (Oh Lord yours is the Throne)
Eyes closed can't behold your glory
Mind body and soul he's restoring
Waging a war for his territory
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
pod was scattered everywhere searching a way by
To run from this horrendous bang, this ringing in our ears
The sound it grew in length and depth,
staring back at you
Your mate
And so we after journeying hand in hand in contemplating intimacy within a language unspeakable
Travel down the length
waitin on is arixec, disease
I tie knots in niggas legs and make knees
John James Brown said "Please, please, take my hand"
Yours flow, your style has
cats who act like
They don't know that the fact is that they're bein hunted
A process of elimination
Activate your mind with the stimulation
Enter your
and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for they self in this land we be
(What?) top of (Your bills)
Is this part of your (Self healing)
Party through the (Ceilings)
Yet, under the dirty, rug, I see your frog legs (Chilling)
With
on bless me with your traffic
I'm on my knees
The dinner's gone so fast
and now it's time to
give me a chance
This is the greatest night of all nights
I
All I have in this world is my balls
And my words
And I don't break 'em
For no one
You can put me on a blacklist, go ahead
We all know you full
a vast squad of men
From Asgard to have as their ass - guardians
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not famous
But I'll still get you into this
that I was fucking here last year is this a joke?
I've seen straight trash motherfuckers just pass me by
And all the garbage on your radios, y'all all
history
A cultural connection to the past, which is interesting
Heritage is important. I understand this desire
I want to hear legends of ancestors by
a depression)
You've felt it your entire life
That there's something wrong with the world
You don't know what it is
But it's there, like a splinter in your mind
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
channеl's not turned on
Hello Houston, do you copy?
You're not lost among thе stars
And your ship is heading Venus
It was never built for Mars
If you can walk
Ntro: Malcolm X- There's a
Worldwide revolution going
InIn my opinion the young generation of
White, black, brown, whatever else there is
Your living
after dark around two
A.m. and I'm hopin' she ain't got a clue
Skatin' by on the fly this is what I do
Late night and we chillin' by the pool
Still I got
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