Lyrics:
on the drums, most
Dangerous drummer in Los Angeles nowadays
He's a quiet man, quiet man: Joe
Daniels last but certainly not least, i'm
Appalled that there can be
But as all good things come to an ending
And the walls began crumbling down
"Do you wanna be
A disgrace so wasted?"
Why is he not just like one of us?
that for a nominal fiat paper controlled by your government monopoly
Working for the money monster
Buy dumb things we tryna go farther
Subsidized cheap
Word to God I never prayed to money
Asked angels above
I seen niggas shady and hungry i kept moving
Knowing once I was a hitter
Mind controlled by TVs
wouldn't too
Fuck do I do
I need peace and quiet
Long enough to hear the way he moves
I just need some time
Long enough to fear the shit I do
I can't move
controlled by our phones
We even got these tiny aircraft called drones
I know you're gonna think I'm lyin but 100%
We elected our very first Black President
was difficult sometimes
Also, he was rather quiet and somewhat shy as a kid
So it came as a big surprise when he decided to pursue a music career
Paul
was difficult sometimes
Also, he was rather quiet and somewhat shy as a kid
So it came as a big surprise when he decided to pursue a music career
Paul
stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger
to believe in, as you can see (hey)
It's a small thing to a troop, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang
on shinning in the sun
Nowadays you just end up sentenced with a gun
To your head
Did you see , what I read
Did you see me laying down, my head bleeding red?
mints
What am I doing I threw in the towel
Captured my life I'm attacking my wife this action is fowl her
Body battered by fist but mind doesn't quit
So
is with him
Listen, listen, don't you see the
Fire in my veins, eyes on the prize
More to me than you could ever realize
I won't stay quiet, won't give
a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin
Patrolled
And controlled by a state that's de facto cause we're de jure off the Petron
These wack boys possess no bars that we hold
And they have no record
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy
I've been so quiet, I got the world like, "What the fuck is he plannin'?"
Just make sure that
kill you!
I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets
the brain like he been form a leak
Nor he bleeding from an aneurysm, from an aneurysm
Cut the dome off his head, watch him shake
Cause a nigga done tampered
to a true, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could
'Cause in the hood true homies make you
standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
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the Grammys, talk about my God?
Left it all on the line
While they call me fraud
Didn't I stay quiet? Didn't I play shy?
Well, he bashed me in public
You'd think
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