Lyrics:
Get down, gonna lead you by the hand
All around the streets of Rackrentland
Where housing supply can't meet demand
And the landlords have complete
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
trapped behind a wall where they tried to buy some time
But the shaft it was polluted and the air supply destroyed
The only one found left alive was Daniel
We act civilized
When there are kids around
We keep our rifles in the back
We've got air supply
We've got hunting knives
We dare you to come closer
are doomed
And their kids to be raised in tombs
The lies of those who lead
Their eyes are clouded by greed
Our waters, oh they rise- high tide
Our air
tryna see light at the end of the tunnel See more life in this concrete Jungle
Before you cut my supply
I'm tryna leave something
For my family
Something
Yeah, whoa, slatt
(Bugz on the beat) Okay
And you know, um
I was just talking to, um, Slime, you know (Slime)
I was talkin' to Thug, he said
"It is the 22nd century. I am the last of the Mars Colonists. The air
supply has almost run out on this desolate Mars colony, and the food
supplies
Now they gotta suck it up
Can only tell um so much
I gotta go with my gut
What I supply get um high
But they rely on the samples
Even though I cut um
know what I'm sayin', ay,
I'd like to say um...hello to the muthafuckin' Feds,
And the muthafuckin' um....police,
And all of them muthafuckas that's
did not step back
If we have not learnt
By now
Then we're a sham
When we first got to the camp
Our supplies were not enough
I saw a displaced
samples and high notes
Art of War
By any means
Bunch Of niggas dressed in Supply coats
Always giving love out first
Can't avoid it
I come off cursed
Steak
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
The same ol story
CHORUS 2
You're my source of supply
My number one high
My sun in the sky
You're my summer in the air
My sense of security
This I swear
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Finger on the trigger, but I'm a licensed owner
With no prior convictions, so law says sky's the limit
So my supplies infinite, strapped like I'm
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
legs in the air till she touching the sky
Roll up the weed and blow smoke until I'm red in the eyes
She always look at me and say you're such a wonderful
business cards, with your name and the wrong address. Plus six royalty statements, inspected and customized by Rantoon Tan, Hantoon Frammin, and DEE...
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
Espanque putas Damassa
Máfia pesada igual Frank Lucas ya
É um maluco no pedaço em bell air
Rimando sem meu Couvert
Te guio igual um chofer
Hell yeah
She said
Went on a boat going down by the river
Plenty more supplies
Seen a lot of planes going up in the air
Do you ever get the feeling
That
a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this
[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nike's prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
still
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poitin' brewin' nearby
For it fills the air with
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