Lyrics:
M-ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chant
Y'all talk about bodies but you would not kill a ant
My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp
Caliber is
I'll be
Giving every ounce of pain back for keeps
Wait who are you again? I guess that I'll fight you
Taking out the trash with these ants, so you
to the fam by the Sullivan
Hercules mulligan
When you knock me down
I get straight back up again
It's lent right now
Tryna think what I gave up again
Oh that's
Since there's been a lot of open letters
Going around in this country
So I thought I must also write mine
Talk it out, you know
So sit back, relax
that
Get down like James Brown I'm gunning that
You lil nigga I'm son in that
Debo in ya ant no fun in that
You get down you lay down you stay down
Even
it fly by as I
Knock you till you broke your spine
Time to put the fright
Inside the king
Like his patrol is dyin
Human (r)evolution
Is coming for your
still singing
Clinch my fist I start to sweat
Some things you just can't forget
Fuck it ima smoke a bowl
Walk threw the hall and I was told
By a voice you
Potentate. The illustrious...Coy! Dad blame it! This here's Bubba! Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
And now I understand you're back with Sylvia Rhone?
You're motherfuckin' right
See, me and the boss lady move tight
In my career, she's been
true
You drive a bucket, that you bought for a G
I ride around snuffin them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin big ass truck
Jump two rows
Somehow, a good number of ya'll got down
And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you want to call it
(Not back) An aspiring sociopathic alcoholic
(Ahh
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
the stage, rock it
Pill out of pocket and pop it
Told you I'm a laid back dude
You can tell by my posture
The kind to set up shop
And have shots with impostors
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
Ima get back no strings attached
Gotta get patched yea yea
Doing the dash, I'm faster than flash
You better get back yea yea
I'm blowin up like I'm
the laws all y'all want still not going back we supposed be free and doing as we please as long as we ant out there hurting nobody
Get out there rep who
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
crying them tears
I chase the bag, yeah bitch I'm a live
And this album going uphill
Talking on beats not off on a pill
For real
S.T.S. banging still
Ant
crying them tears
I chase the bag, yeah bitch i'm a live
And this album going uphill
Talking on beats not of on a pill
For real
S.T.S. banging still
Ant
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
york, back to california
I bumped your girlfriend, don?t say I didn?t warn ya
All this time you said she?s your ho
You really shouldn?t give baby all
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