Lyrics:
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
how can I relate to it
Brothers still incarcerated, fucked over by the justice system
Cops killing us one by one, it's genocide to the melanin!
Dear
Flex, brace ya self let me drop this
Scorch like the sun burnin' in the tropics
Sperm rap acts up, yup, in every topic
I be the freshest artist to hit
defused
Are you mad that I have more balls than you?
PhD, call me doctor boom
Hope you got a plan B
You're getting knocked up
Ew I smell trash a-burnin
naw)
Me and all my brothers stick together like glue
(Yes sir)
Never gonna switch up
In the bottom of her neck just like a hiccup
She been blowin' up my
brothers are killed with no justice
Or peace, in the middle of hell
And I was out on the Isle when the two Towers fell
So now you're gonna tell that
Steppin' on the stage, ready to ignite
Yeah, with these rap lyrics, I'm about to take flight I'm the king of this game, no one can deny
I'll leave
bitches
Get off your ass and go get you some digits
Up off the med it be feeding my system
No limit this shit like we never gon' end it
Bitch I'm like
the theatrics
Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that
I ain't gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag
Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee
Holocaust, burnin' up all these rappers nigga Napalm
Hit a bong get involved, they stop it 'til we evolve
Lawd, reminiscent when I throw the piff in
Hopeless
Holocaust, burnin' up all these rappers nigga Napalm
Hit a bong get involved, they stop it 'til we evolve
Lawd, reminiscent when I throw the piff in
Hopeless
Yo AC turn me up real quick
Don't look at the door lil bro its me
Youngin I'm HOD
Watch how I rap on the beat
Say I'm boutta step
Don't come to me
tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
bitch
Send my main bitch get her ass did
Don’t mix me up with this rap shit
I’m not the one that u can cap with
Say bitch what u tryna do
Jump
as darkness comes to fill the air
No sense, to run or hide, we will find you there
Nyte Shade, Hoodie up, masked strapped reppin the all black
White contacts
takin shit to the climax
A muthafuckin G I'm puttin suckas on they back
I'm back with the burnin sensation to infliction
jam my fuckin brick up your ass
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
with us
But like the weed with no seed we just roll em up
Beats By The Pound ain't No Limit, Goodie Mob and Murder man like
Jackie Chan
Hittin
though it ain't no black
I'm proud to yack is the malaysian rap
I like the bass and the kick drum go boom
the party's really getting wild 'cause the new
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
the stick
My brother showed me how to remix the brick
You want a low price then this what you get
Change your life by the end of the year
Finesse a nigga im
you from deep in the slums
Only way you make it out is by the barrel of a gun
All I wanna do is rap go to a different place and have some fun
But lately
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