Lyrics:
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
Browns
I gave it my all, I feel like the man now
Mama told me it's time to be a man now
Hop in the Tesla, she wanna take photos
Work by myself, I don't
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
"It's a work trip in Dominican"
She knows I'm sinning again, she knows
Good God, damn, I can't get shit by you
I can't be sleepin' on you
I wanna put some
I chase sum dusty memories with some Mari leaves
Fuck em they can watch me leave (POW)
Bury me under a hollow tree
Drink 12 smoke a blunt light it
of the subjects, he don't want to bang wit me
His corner men had to push em down the aisle
Just to get him in the ring with me
Cuz I swing quickly, the leave ya
slaughtered
By the enemy's tools
You gotta die to self
cnd be Reborn
The Helper helps
So blow your horn!Ephesians 6:12 says
For we wrestle not against flesh
cap, you lyin' I'm scrapped I'm firin', you dyin' (bah)
Comin' down from off of six, Wockesha make me so mean
Puttin' work in behind the scenes tryna
him and walk away
This amazing hot day I went to see Barney from work
My briefcase in my hand sitting down on my skirt
The undergounds of the surface
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
my family
Rather be judged by 12
Than have 6 man carry me
Whilst you was out here partying
I was out ere gardenin
Cutting the bud and departing
Brodie
Don't arrest me like uno (uh)
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Roll by myself that's one man
If it's men in black, see two man (uh)
Stuck at work like free man
Teeth
been down wit no pen pal
I lived in that motel
My backpack my home now
What time is now, it's 12 now
Oh shit now
Just found out
It's check out
Let's
Break ki's down to oz's
Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam
Fuck soda use be -12
Keep a stash for the tryin to take
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
that's exactly what it is I mean[03:53.57]It's a proof of concept that—hey maybe—maybe I can get into the music industry this way[04:01.12]I'd love to work
a deal with O)
Trains, planes, automobiles
Won't get that work across the state
Run till' they always getting' rid of the weight
Sweatin' under
And by the end of the day we’d have cars and game boys
Who would have thought things would change
I mean me and Steven was tighter than Tini’s coming
the clutter
Call me an introspective fool
Hide my feelings down and under
I'm still as smooth as butter
Still make your girl fall in order
The first time I met
Im going i'm going i'm going through a thing
Real men dont cry
Im going i'm going i'm going through some things
Real men dont cry
Im going i'm going
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
Master p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what
into steel and blood
into steel
Hoesch, Krupp, Thyssen, Mannesmann –
they make their steel with men
smoke and blood is the mix of steel
the birdmen
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
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