Lyrics:
ba-ba-bu-bum (pump, pump)
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat (pump, pump)
Don't sleep while I
da (pump, pump)
Di da di di di, da di da (blah)
Buda-ba, ba-ba-bu-bum (pump, pump)
Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat
Any battle
with everything I touch,
I want to heal, I want to be whole
I want to live in a world where fear is obsolete
Where my blackness is not a crime
My goal is
separation just won't leave
I'm haunted by all I know
My heart is pounding, my mind is blown
I hear a noise, sound in the dark
Walking in the blackness
So
there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollar tree
Will have your mind fooled by tricknology
Make the right choice, no
there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollar tree
Will have your mind fooled by tricknology
Make the right choice, no
Sometimes when I'm thinkin' that love's not around
My heart begins sinkin', I don't hear a sound
And the world is in blackness, no light shines
eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
Wait a minute
Could it be?
What the hell
What
sun
Blind rat race
Fight for space
Rich and poor
Scream for more
Shattered voices, one by one
Stare into the devil's sun
Tide will sound
Winds will
Sometimes when I'm thinkin' that love's not around
My heart begins sinkin', I don't hear a sound
And the world is in blackness, no light shines
but navy looms. when
we say fuck all that all together, he buys up all
that sound. he's a privateer made hard in the
long history of singing cargo
sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin' new Celine with Palace
Drink
that were foretold, by the forefathers
The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock
like a mattress
Lay it down for the South Side, Sounds of Blackness
Uh, ohhh, I keep it koming stunning you're running
Through states, to make pace
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
yeah)
Yh yeah yeah yeah (no no no)
No no no no (Sound It)
Oh my baby sho ma bami de London?
Girl I really like the way you shaky bum bum
In my city yeah
sound like a drum
If you think you touchin me Nigga you dumb
Show me a rack Ian beefin wit bums
Boy doin crack I can tell by the gums
I'm bout to blank
Low Low Low
Bunda baddie sweet like Tom-Tom
Beat that raw we don’t do condom
Back come thick like Stefan London
Come shake your bum bum come shake
Stretched far too thin
Bags under my eyes
I'm overworking myself
Yet I refuse to say that I need help
I'm fading to blackness
Stumble as I fall into
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious! This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY! SISSSSSY!
"It was nearly eleven, when I started
roller skates ice cream and soul plates fill the hands of this land cats caravan and just drive around bumpin' sounds pound for pound the south's where
there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollartry
Will have your mind fooled by technology
Make the right choice, no
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