Lyrics:
at you and say first name, last name
It's Mr. Futuristic, call me J-Louie-Trump
Or Luke Skywalker or Futuristic Run
The hotties in the city, yeah we
Someone's house
With a city view
And a girl I've known
For a day or two
Light a cigarette
By the outdoor pool
If I hold my breath
Will you
not the part of the night you wanna be outside in
Now it's time to play your cards right
One shining light out in the city
Grab this fool by
of the Fellowship, Free
To create me through mixtape spacing
And I remember when a Resurrection saved me
My Sense was in Common with this fool I never seen
From a city
By ash and elm again
Beneath the swamp it will remain
Painted in gray and green
A ruin so serene
Til the next fool rebuilds in vain
She's back!
on our side
Take you there, take you there
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
There's a city in my
nothing
This time we'll burn your cities down
We'll turn your blood to democracy
Just like Jesus would do
{chorus}
So let the children burn
They're
why I'm prayin for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
Don't be deceived by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication
Chorus
Chose
with the roar of the pissing city & the falling balling & crawling below he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street.
Lookin' right cause my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city
Lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House
Of Blues then I slid in free wit
niggas
Don't eva try me, nigga
Don't try to run no bullshit like that [unverified], nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this, I gots two for this
I'll
In this life time you don't have to proove nothing to nobody except yourself
And after what you've gone through if you havn't done that by now
It
locked in city block working Lucifers Lot
Down to box for success, is that true or is it not?
In ya room coping with stress
Smoking Kools from out that box
and a kiss
Spanish vato, aka you know the rest
We some gangster'd up fools from the Wicked Wicked West
Don't trip, your man ain't gotta know
We'll keep
surround a fool
You won't drownd up in a sea of no-nos
When you can get caught up by hobos
Playa hatas and po-pos
You can't hear
When your head is
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie
Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by
In the early
touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe
of girls
But you gotta dress nice suckers, I'm a gee
I got some clocks I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by
the time
Out in New York City
Q Tip rocked his live on Arsenio
Buckshot was the first one to
Put his in a video
MC Serch dropped a flow with his on his back
The sky is over heads
And the moon is fool tonight
The city sleeping in the dark
And you are always on my mind
I see you are fellings so confuse
"giddy up"
Been feeling broke and paint the city
Just to fix me up i want that golden on my
Tooth because I deserve it
They been ruthless, I'm a roadie
I'm
So come one and come all to the crumbling walls
Of our city now painted with red
As the stench of defeat emanates through the streets
Is the life
think the reason why is all because of people
Who treat you like a fool and make you wonder for the reason
Now is the time I am passing by the streets
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