Lyrics:
the under ground is here
Street sweeper
Taking on the streets by surprise
Came from the struggle
Only the strong will survive
One life said we've been giving
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by
the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by
And the neighborhood po'
Guess who get a better education
Privileged or the youth from the ghetto
If I had my way as a young kid
Creativity woulda never been elective
I know it's temporary.
Girl come on
I'm waiting for you to come home
I'm waiting for you to come home
I'm rooting you on come on
In your stripper
whos doing a great job in stopping people from shit countries to enter Europe and fighting for the safety of white people. President Bolsanero couldn't
Hey
See me point that gun at y'all me no play
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way
Me make
Shit, money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you "you acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this
dope
Mindset on the highest hope
Learn from the living no copy and paste quote
You walking dead you was never woke
The root of all evil is being broke
Aye life is funny ain't it
On the real though
Let me talk to you
Karma is a bitch but she one way
Never getting praise for my fair play
One of those
Ohh yeah
Ohh yeah
Me I no dey do Americana
Shout out to my homies in Kampala
Yea my cup is steady running over
But I wrote this for the ones way get
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
heavy all over the scene When I do what I do I'm a beast with a capital B
Running all in your ho shit for the G They say the root of that evil is green
sign a fucking deal (fuckin' deal)
Money kills, that's the truth, it's called the root of evil
But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove
getting hard now, but I know you'll be alright
Stay for a minute and you'll never be alone
You left your hurting thoughts back at home
I never wanted just
I was born botanical
The soul of an animal
Deep beneath the layers, I sink my roots
No need for mechanical
I come strictly organical
When I need
keeping warm
the way you showed me to
I sat down chin resting on my chest
and waited patiently
the way you taught me when I was young
waited for things
don't know these places
All the way from Bensonhurst down to Mill Basin
Coney Island so iconic, time we make a statement
Every summer drinkin'
Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for
the time to say bye bye oh gosh
so mi seh one by one
all of we back home inna
inna our life different from the summer
no one an' two an' three of you cyaan
at the mall
I'mma drop two K
Spend a knot at the mall
Yea, I'mma drop two K
I hate the fact I hate to be in love
I hate the fact I change from who I was
For
the wolves, parted from the pack
Howlin' at the moon, youngin' on my back
Mountains in my view, coming for that food
Brought up by the wolves, parted from
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