Lyrics:
perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come up
dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
is sayin' fuck you to us, but we have spoke it louder
Now they come to us for advice in the game, they know it's ours (true)
Cause It's so hard just
with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind of ahead of
Their time but I hope
That they go on forever
Yeah
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
may be backed by the Army of Artifacts
By the time that I’ve enacted a pact
I’ll have made some history
I may be sued for breach of contract
But
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Remember 19 album I remember every album
Every single time to unreleased I know it any hour
So don't ask me if I do cuz I saw close to every outcome
Put out this rap album to out rap em
Smash mouth em
Hey now, you're a all star I'm a black chasm
At the center of the galaxy that'll out last em
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game and you gotta deal
While the clock keeps handing yo hours
But pucker up because the truth gets sour
More sour than the sour diesel I devour
Hear me by the hour, I give ya
the best way to describe my temperament
You thought your album was bangin but it was a wimper bitch
You thought it was a full body of work til the fans
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
Let your heart be open to the truth
Love will always guide you to the truth
For us to be in ease we gotta' change the way we see things
Gotta'
thinking
That the boat ain't sinking, but you're boots are getting wet
That's the thing about lifelines, they tell you the truth
When you won't reach you
(Dope)
Witchcraft I do voodoo (Voodoo)
Don't have to lie to me (You don't)
It's only gone cost you (Cost you)
I can find out the truth (Truth)
By
written
(I like to write in the moment)
For the first two albums
There were no such talks but
That was before my name
Was familiar so let me start my story
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