Lyrics:
are subliminal, sometimes metaphysical
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge? I'll start dissin you
I go philosophical by topical
Hearin the call,
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
Still not true still not giving a fuck
What you think
We live for b f h c!
Amends can't be made
We won't march on your parade
All we need is b f h c!
may give you a headache but I f*cking care
As much as you care the violence against my community originated by your f*cking disrespect
Your
same place
as my last f***ing movie
same song that got the label to flew me
to LA for two days
jet lag finna screw me
f**k it what they say? life
lynched by Fox News hosts
Say fuck this job
We burnin' up
We gettin' out, we party
Sweat out your bob
And get your life
We ain’t worried 'bout nobody
Let’s
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Yo
You see like
Life's like, like your favourite song playing in the radio station
It's like, the sooner you tune in
The longer you get to enjoy it
on the beach
Bob Dylan doing a handstand in a street
Tom Waits timing his posts like his music
Can you imagine Leonard Cohen doing this?
Don't tell me they
Wee-ooh
Glub, glub, glub
This songs about me
I hope you like it
All my friends they think I'm crazy
They call me Beth they say I'm Stacy
But here is
want the h** I don't entertain
Don't want the p***** I don't want the brain
Don't f*** with you n***** you n***** lame
Be by lonely I got my own lane
know, I know
I know your work so hard
I know you working hard
I know you feel the pain
I know, I know
I know you need a song
Just to get by
I know you
up on niggas, hit em with a bob and weave
Redenbacher niggas I could tell you got some corny lines that ain't be poppin for me
Beat em up, like
Because with you it is home
Affection's my weakness
I kill what I love
Yeah I've got this talent
For f**king things up
I'm cursed by that knowledge
Big Up Jah-Jah, JMG, Das Hym
Strong Its another weed song IMPORT hermitage baby
Weed in my system burn Babylon system
Smoke by everyday people smoke
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get
blick, what the fuck is you doin'?
We ain't playin' yo' song, whole crowd start booin'
Ah, shit man
This F shit, nigga
Ain't no other shit, nigga
Only F
spinning like toilet bowl
I don't wanna lose you I don't wanna confuse you
So I'll chill with the word play
You're already stunned by the way I am speaking
friends and me
Walking out from the middle of the wood, yeah
He heard our song, he said that's no good
He said I know a man who could show you the light
song
Left them broke days now it’s long gone
Now I’m kicking shit like In Hong Kong
You flashing money got it all wrong
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
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