Lyrics:
kids, parents, don't be docile
To these forced ideologies, especially
When it's so easy to call out their s-y a- hypocrisy
Just by having a sense
hypocrisy
Just by having a sense of common sense
Despite these fucking weirdos portraying dominance
They'd be quick to label me a conspiracy theorist
Even if
ready to be number one on that mother fucking podium
Second ain't cutting it no more
Let's get it
Run my race
I always finish second
Just by milliseconds
as I
A drink and a meal, beggin' to steal, Two minutes or more by her side
As dodgy am I, I'd better off dead, God Help me, that woman is wreckin my
who knows, the best can happen.
A bad woman by u side, will fkx up u pocket.
Life is like a rat race, we do it for a hobby
D aim a just fi make
inspired by a light much brighter than the shine of his upstanding conscience
If I lose this race I won't be there to face it'
And now she comes in stages
hip hop
I've got every rapper tatted on me that's been popped
It's not about races this lads been catching cases
I reckon the best rapper in the game is
Trust in every brother yo
Some don't give a damn
'Cause they the other man
Worse than a bomb
Posin' as Uncle Toms
Disgracin' the race
Blowin' up
will not be brought
To you by Netflix and will not star Jennifer
Lawrence or Liam Hemsworth
Or Sponge Bob and Randall
The Revolution will not get you
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
gonna make you scream
We got fire breathing horsepower, if ya wanna really rock
More power by the hour, celebrate the aftershock
C'mon, C'mon, we got Bob
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
Skyline ablaze in a Bob Ross pic
You don't have to acknowledge I'm raw give a shit
Never nah you can talk of me fond when I'm gone
Bad news bear
a thing quick and easy
Think slick, she better get wit the wick
'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
You tried to run the race but you lost by
you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,
the same
Amount of race rally's
I know they want to hang me
Straight around the neck
So I'm knockin' off the hand checks
So you can
When I say what it
Tom Thumb jumped up and said "I got one,
David Duke and Farrakhan riding side-by-side on the top gun"
[Shock-G]
Hickory Dickory Dock, each day I hear
couch potatoe
Sit around like a fixed tom-cat
Watchin' sponge bob and gettin' fat
You used to be my only wish
Now you've been replaced by a satellite dish
and stuck in this mob
I guess it is not my plumb bob
Somebody tell me where is the stop knob
I strive to fit into my place
And this defined by other peoples
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
We voted
They rigged
Election by deflection
Look at these bastards
Looking expired
My generation
Needs to stand as a nation
cll four races
We all
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
Tax currency the tools of the old
Relax proceed to the nearest threshold
Fracked and slapped the human race as a whole
Sold our souls to keep up with
the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the masses as they shake their asses
No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you
Crayola with that
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