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the fuck outta here and do something with your life."
And this was right around the time I opened my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man
In
Damn she so fine I'll be your kinder surprise
Divine feminine energy gracefully in her melanin,
Sweet brown empress you gave birth to every tone
keep asking me when
The album come out
I pushed it back again
My life is a pain like the music has been
I lost all control when I signed up for sin
I sit
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
clear and cloud
Brown baby brown baby
As years roll by i want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
I can't fuck a opp bitch it don't seem rite
Catch a opp in traffic Nigga that's a geeen light
Glock by my pillow help a Nigga sleep tight
If it ain't
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
to the max no talk all facts
Life is hard but even harder for the blacks and browns
But money run the whole town so I gotta get that
Kit Kat skittles Doritos
skeleton key
But don’t you to wanna be a inspiration to me?
In an instance a child's life was ended
By the hands of a four foot menace like Dennis
and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol, something far from a
Lover, beside my brother, s-c-o-t-t
I just laugh 'cause no one
to Ruth Chris, had her eatin' on some shrimp
Detention, Suspensions, my life like Duke Dennis
They got me like, ah, ha, ha
I can get any bitch just by
tricked for the last time
Now taste my brown torpedoes
Cause I got something for you
Beans and guac, wow burritos
I have tricked for the last time
Now taste
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
Dingen, die wir sahen
Orten an den wir waren, wir rulen wie Dschingis Khan
Ihr könnts nicht ahnen, egal wie hype ihr seid
Zeit für Dennis und Dynamite
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life
He
hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to A Love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
Happy brown babies, I know
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