Lyrics:
just fine
In the presence
Of malice-handed minds
And here by myself
With america on my sleeve
I wish I could just ask you
When will I be free?
I will
money-gettin
See the gangbangin ain't all about the red and blue
'cause some many's corporations is gangstas too
They rub you out in a minute gettin greedier
threat, side to side
Wrap him up if it's him or I
A street nigga from America
Wrap him up if it's him or I
Foreign roots, I'm a warrior
Wrap him if it's him
Klay Thompson
Plug got a big chin Joe Swanson
I'm picking drugs like cotton
I got the blues like I'm Robert Johnson
10 zips I ain't talking October
I'm
the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
to The Great Debate part 3
Which is a song that I wrote
Pretty much revolving all around of the
Political and racial issues going on in America
As of today,
selfish sense, if their behavior is changed or eliminated, then in
The future you won't be hurt by them again, either them directly or their progeny
Being
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
How the fuck did America get in this position?
All this division, and not to mention racial tension
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Pick between
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
and despair
Who the fuck really cares anyway ?
This is America
Get your merry up right ?
We free the perilous
With the opportunity that was granted us
By
of
Now so much closer so much more in tune
We'll take the Stars, the Sun but first the Moon .
Rest your mind by the dawn of time
See the scene florish
up
I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuckin' Trump
Said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tapping in
Fuck a mumble let's make
making earthquakes in America
I ain't the Messiah but they call me the creator
When I said let there be light how many stars did I make huh?
Yeah I got
the window blue, wonder where you’re going to. You’re all packed to go so far,
I drive you to the airport in your car.
Big spider by the bedroom door, why it
Africans in America try to identify
Totally with their master in every respect
They are the only ones who can not do it
But they are the ones
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
bammas can't see the bars
Y'all some paralegals
I smoke sweets in the suite
Like this shit is legal
Cover the building in green
My nigga: Fred Segal
Ha,
bammas can't see the bars
Y'all some paralegals
I smoke sweets in the suite
Like this shit is legal
Cover the building in green
My nigga: Fred Segal
Ha,
americas most wanted
Like yo bitch be name America nigga
I said America most Wanted like a mother fucking terrorist
Even in a mother fucking wheelchair I'm
homies back Like America's most wanted
And we chilled and posted forest hills drive in motion
In the coolest sneakers like the album about nothing
Yawning
America
We used to be the golden ring, the ivory tower
Standing tall with a backbone
We used to be first world superpower
Now they're laughing all the way
Suburban Houses
Opioid crisis by the ounces
And wives in blouses
Surrounded trees, kush and clouds around us
I'm glad you found this
I thought nobody
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