Lyrics:
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
parole when he go up there jammed
In a school zoned in controlled substance
Wrap my own bands up like fuck your budget
No buddy nothing bout the shit
South, Paw, Sarah
Hitt'em in the mouth, mascara
Then he look around, never gonna back down
I am legend and I scare with terror
Do it super quiet
my own universe, don't disrespect by comparing me to stars.
Rap king and god
Niggas always wanna talk wins, but get quiet when we bringing up a loss
knitting, lean, witty
Best listening guest visiting never left a deft jest bereft Christening
Depressed lest molested by own aggressed visioning
Questing with
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
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
I take it like a pill when i'm depressed everyday
And i'm taken away by all the shit thrown down my way
With a house that's supportive but it ends up
You´re bleeding child
Tell me now who did this evil deed
Oh mother Moon it was the old oak tree
He took my eyes when he heard my song of my love
As I gazed
by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving,
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
I'm controlled by powers beyond me.
I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi-D,
To the Harddrive to the G5 to the computer screens.
To the lab
to do'
Well I'm curious by nature
It's clear that Paul's a stranger to Chris
And that day was the 15th
The PS said to meet at The Pits
A quiet spot
Where
traumatized but i don't condone
Need redemption I'll do it alone
Got my cheat codes I'm never controlled
I hop on this bitch like i'm tunechi
Riding round in
yeah, I love that shit, I'm from the Southside
From the Carolinas, constantly abused , it fueled shyness
Always controlled by the simple minded, always
so I'm looking for my supplier
Yes he hook me up with gas but he is not employed by Spire
Swear to god this is the life for me
Came up unlikely
Bitch
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
to the neck and the jugular, now he bleeding
She beat the case, but damn the kid suffer
I'm dating a daughter, but I'm having visions of a mother
Project
Ay
All this rank
Yeah
Got it by myself
(By myself)
Smoking dank
Yeah
From the top of the shelf
(Top of the shelf)
What's yo name?
Yo shit ringing not
I've been keeping quiet, stuck inside my lonely mind
Don't tell many people that I write my music on the side
Keeping secrets to myself, I guess that
sometimes for a season
My heart grew six times its size and it's bleeding
Cause they been making promises and I hoped that they keep it
I been on this road
better wash it down
Drinkin from an empty glass
Then he pulled the burner out
I won't crack a fuckin joke
Cause I know all he'll do is frown
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