Lyrics:
Let that sink in
This is marination of a whole generation
Now, we get to the ones I endorse
I skipped over a few that are bad
Because they're so damn
Thanks for landing on my album
Dylan land y, this is volume 1
The second part is also out now, i'm talking from 2022
Back 4 years in a song
beef
Damn, jaggin’ on the highway, driving stupid, we gon’ die bitch
This perfect, make sure you looking in my eyes bitch
Playing with the wood on her
do it for the crew
Diego made the beat
Shawn helped too
Cash my right hand
We got the master plan
World domination
Pinky was the man
This coupe life is
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
like him
Your bars are probably written
By Kano's right hand what? Calm down
I'm mellow, this ain't no hype, fam
What you jumping about for?
If you wanna
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
picture
We don't need yo titles
We don't need yo labels
We don't live in boxes
Feet up on the table
Gypsy
Sugar must of been twenty-five
Tryna live his
nibblin' cashews
"Barbecue Becky, " "Corner Store Caroline
" "Permit Patty"
Like, damn, where we draw the line?
How 'bout we give you a
Reason for that
wanna talk depressed
Get them cameras out my face
I'm anti-social as fuck, lord, just
Need a smaller space, space
Yo, I wanted them to say something
For
somethin', we're a helluva crew
Once a week, we're on the street
Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
For you to party, you gotta have the moves,
nothin' new, I can't be blue
Diamonds on set, look like they got the flu
Maybe even cover how this Glock happen six feet
Fuckin' took one of our songs to my
guess
My presence was God's gift
For this battle y'all see
How long we waited?
I held it in, sat up here constipated
This 'bout to be some hard shit
Hard
bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got something for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch
Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
shit, so I split
And said that I'ma be that seed that doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for
with a gun
you can't fuck with the tongue or the way the song is sung
by lateef and blackalicious we keep it fat, delicious
complete and grant your
The cycle of life is here
To see in all of its fine simplicity
But the way we live it seems to be,
Something very weird to me
And I cry out
For
race, it's Apocalypto
The industry's a target, I suggest these labels get low
On top of that, this track is cracked like burnt brillo (damn)
Consider me
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
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