Lyrics:
right by you is a corrupting thing
'Cause I was surrounded by bliss
But the rage between my fingertips
Took me too far from where I stood
With warm dirt
Fingertips my ass, shackled to the hips in systematic racism
Facing caustic reefs spread across the concrete
I beat obstacles
Manufactured harass my soul
drops we be copping
Spend a lil extra like toppings
Album soon dropping (drop)
Me and the squad on the come up
We'll fight your ass if you run up
But you
now
Don't come around talking bout danger
Third world keep it gangsta
Chopping heads for the paper
African naughty by nature
Fill your mind up with
watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music gets so impressive in this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think you're
hear 'bout (for what?)
They talkin' that subliminal shit, tryna make me click out
Pull up by your chick house, turn it to a click house (yeah)
Catch
things that've long since left my life
I'm just getting by on my own
Where am i? where to go? shed some light
Wait, never mind
No, never mind
My feet
Led Zeppelin Four and Two
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket by Blink 182
The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me by Brand New
Phrenology The Roots
Foo
with the bigger gaps than the band
Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch, tell me a little about your history
You done fucked around and made me
telling the youth
"it could happen to you" masking the truth
Dreams cracked in two pieces
Whole world at my fingertips but
Couldn't quite reach it
Let it
an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
ghosts and I'm feeling alone
Sketch blueprints in place with bands
Cut me a wrist and dump by the side
It came out drowning in powder
Ma on my phone
wish we got that album done by fucking May, I wish I was
A better friend, a better human, wishing we didn't have to end our friendship so soon
I'm doing
that
I say you can never do a cry higher than it
You'll die once with your discography, on every album I die-die within
Saying to me that you'll rip
band'd up in the duffel
With dirtball niggas that steal cake from stores
Boostin' niggas that pop tags in the mall
True spot hoggers, used a few
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
down
You ain't the one to
Bring me down, bring me down
Hunnin band, hunnin band, hunnin band
Raining on her ass call her piggy bank
I aint got time for
don't want your love
Just want these bands tonight
I'm gone for life
Just leave me in the past
I'm fine for real
Don't want this shit to last
Oh well
Slow
Got love for everyone in the business
But everyone in my business
Tell me, how should I talk when everyone is a witness?
And every slur out your
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
activate your super psyche
Humans activate your super psyche
Humans activate your super psyche
Pièce de résistance
It's the Boom-Band back with a bang
in a prison
Mentally disfigured, distorted, & puzzled by the piece/peace that's missing
He'll be your neurologist to diagnose the problem, evaluate
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
your head {*BLAM*}
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag dash, get 'em man!
Guess who's back in your building ya big pimping
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