Lyrics:
a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once
Audio Ratio for 10 years prior to my new tenure
With an old modified laptop in a shed closet
I've been paid to record and produce tracks for others,
the owner by God's permission but rebellious pride caused opposition
Four hundred years in a odd condition, still multiplying without a pot to piss in
You
Defective from birth
Missing some critical component
That makes you ill-equipped to deal with conflict
That makes it a matter of life or death
That you accept
Time, thousands of years pass by
But with the ancient rites in tact
Man, mankind has multiplied
Spreading worldwide as planned
Kings and their
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
And I can sing, but I can't dance
A jester made of ocean sand
A plastic ring we call the sun
Is held by birthers on the run
And every moon, and some
and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since in the project, crack in my socks weep
I never asked
and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since in the project, crack in my socks weep
I never asked
rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death and cry at birth?
Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager
rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death and cry at birth?
Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
Motherfucker, fuck your fuckin' rap war
This is HiPower, ese, you don't want a street war
Ten years goin' strong, you don't want no beef
Motherfucker, fuck
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
a fact
'Til death do us part, I'ma always have your back
You beefed 'cause you heard that I was cursin' in my raps
Eighty-six, still you want to run
these years passing by
And after death almost seized it
We gave our best to fill it with life
It still looks the same like back in the old days
As you‘d
grasp
Thanking the savior, God did a favor
Big Pharrell praying hands
Big P, big P, big P, big P yeah, uh, Big P
Speaking of God, at ten years old
I
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
spend between your birth and death
You find there's lots of times you should have saved your breath
It comes as quite a shock when that trip leads
(What)
This is my eulogy wrote by the old me I got it signed by a notary (Stamped)
I dated my death at the the day of my birth cuz I swear that my soul
Thus over Enoch's early-silvering head
The sunny and rainy seasons came and went
Year after year. His hopes to see his own,
And pace the sacred old
by the fire
It is what it is
Was naughty this year, He talked to me nice
My stocking runneth over I raised up the price
Praise the Son on my darkest
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