Lyrics:
Everybody yeah! Ya know it's Bustacrime men
Everybody heard about us come on
Everybody heard about us
Everybody heard about us
Even if we curse
have disappears and we clap
Then forget that it happened
Forgot that we lost it
Forgot that the magic men have it
They grabbed it, they stole it,
the smoke and the fire
They were cut down
I saw, as the brave men
Died, by their thousands, forgotten
Their names carved upon a white cross
The rows stretch
just had some shit on my mind
Yeah
Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just
to the heart aches so they've given up on men
But what is depressing is the older they get and whenever they
Meet a man they are already planing out a weeding ha
I think I'm overdue for a proper nervous breakdown
just lock me in a psych ward and
let me work my shit out
I've lost so much time chasing tail
how "mischievous" steals out of CVS
Her place of work so she needs to get her wrist slapped
Then there's the miscarriage that happened to "mishap"
humble but shit
If we all go round bowed heads
If never none of us go for the belt who wins
My mother says I've loved too many men
But I took and left
of rock and roll
We got preacher men who want to save your soul
Got the motorcity with the Motown beat
Get hip to the beat on the hip hop street
Stars
the belladonna
Watch if you wanna
I work in that Castellano lisp
French Resistance, Oxford comma
Get press like I'm all cuff and collars
Winter's brisk,
miscalculation costs you one turn
Goes to work with hopeful eyes
Wants to get noticed, that's no surprise
Enters the meeting with fresh ideas
Makes it look
your toes when she makes her body roll
And that girl don't work it slow like I do
Babe, is it true that one day you called her my name?
It was then
Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
It's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
of reason
Muffled by concrete
Beauty covered with parking lots
Seems these yellow lines are all we've got
Born as free men
Tied hands
Eyes left bleeding
know how to work the draws
Right off you
She had large backseats, pearl white teeth
She told me it was cool if I felt underneath
The car had beat,
the well-being
And harmony of the United States as a whole. You kind of work for
The advancement of the black community and you speak from a position
That
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
*echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!)
[Broderick / Conklin]
[MacBeth]
MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands
My men and I will make short work of it
Icy hand
Just the other night,
I saw those eyes, that face.
In the middle of my dreams.
She was by your side 5'5 big thighs nice frame
Now she's next
across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just
I fit
Stay humble, lookin in my eyes
don't need no yes men round me, I downsize
drama it don't stop, yellin don't pass go
and if they read another
Gray paint peels from a broken wall the engines have stopped turning no shouts heard from the foreman's call you're outta work and you're learning
I might just go harder than water cement
Andzi nge va heti, there's too many men
Andzi va rileli, I'm too very?
Lava vangani lahla, I'm sure they
roast your clique
Throats get slit when this
Vocalist smoke a spliff
Okey doke? Oh but those don't work
My focus is second to none, I'm parallel
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