Lyrics:
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
body of work and the album, The Negro Spirit.
Finally, in the Spirit of my Uncle, Pastor George Bullock, who was raised on the farm with his brother
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
Why ain't you just tell me you was lonely?
You know you ain't gotta be by yourself
I know it's getting hard, but this a lesson
You're never gonna
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
separated by the different worlds
If and only we can talk bet you we'd be switching girls
My other half gone when my brother passed on
Feeling like my wrath
grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
(Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, see'mon!)
Speak to your speaker,
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
a true drop
of rhymes my coltivation
atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
resigning I'll refine my lines
and poor the metaphore while the blind
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
Lebanon,
His people died by the Missile
A white boy I know,
His brother died sniffin' crystal
Different mothers
And different colors
That ain't
color yet they're turning red from the blood shed by their fellow brothers
I see my sisters struggle for assistance from their fellow sisters and get
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