Lyrics:
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
Shuffle through
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
we meant to be here
I guess we will find out
After years of living
I need to get the fuck up outta here
I was made by Tom Miller
My image was never so
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
your ass
But
I was off the market so for a while I was not
Considered a threat years later, divorced
And single - sorry
Sean - I made my Erotica album
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
Of something powerful and real
We developed a kind of generalized anxiety
It was as if the thousands of years of
Feeling fear in the face of nature
Could not go
outchea
Feedin' you with this rap album, but what that amount to?
I'd rather lounge with them
Playing records out a sound system, Morty on the couch
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
me level up, in the cut with Dr. Slump
Pojo-sama had to translate the weekly Shonen Jump
I used to practice kickin rhymes from Illmatic
While fighting
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
all the beef behind us and get past that
One whole decade passing by, it's another year
Exhibition was a vibe, and it's another year
Seventh grade, got
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
to perfect this art,
When Next left the group it near broke my heart,
But then Debris stepped up as the DJ,
A super team spearheaded by PJ,
Chasing dreams like
clear yeah yeah
I ain't worried bout the time won't let it pass me by
No fear yeah ten years yeah bring on ten years
Me and wifey finally working all
go by
Reflected in our eyes
And now we understand
As we walk hand in hand
We were fighting with a young heart
We were running with a head start
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