Lyrics:
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
dropping a body
Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had
What they don't know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask
already finished
I’m back with a vengeance
And I came replenished
There will be no going back and forth
This ain’t tennis
I’m king of the jungle
You
And it about the money, never make it about the pigment
It’s my house, my wife, and soon to be my children
Life or death, do or die,
I’m the man walkin out
these bitches be watching they cannot relate
Thats why them bitches opping
Grey spitting these bars like a motherfucking semi no snake
I dont fuck with
into wolverine
I got no patience for big pharma
Killing kids with vaccines
I'm becoming like a Maccabee
Don't you force your quarantines
Drop you like
to the cove
I took on the biggest wave
And I surfed it to the shore with no pomade in my fro
Took the wood from the slave ships and furnished my abode
Now
just for me
Ain't no competition with this trap shit, it's a 4-0 sweep
I walk in that club with all my guys, you know we hella deep
Like, should we hit
With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift
like it should be shot.
Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start you'll get got.
And at the end
on top
Get your gushy got
She pussy pop, your bitch throw me box
Rip that box
Push out that shop
My heart got that shock
My shit beat and jump I'm not no
Get your gushy got
She pussy pop, your bitch throw me box
Rip that box
Push out that shop
My heart got that shock
My shit beat and jump I'm not no chump
back in
I don't do passion
And I'm for real like sorry Miss Jackson
Ima outcast and a hole
Fasten that glock with potatoes
And I start mashin slashin
when I'm finished
Bitch I spray down like a febreeze can
Say u want smoke you ain't fuckin with me man
Blow it by the o
Lbs for the road
But imma
wasn't upset I had more at tha house
I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse
Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba
She does things
(Yeah yeah ooh
No limit
Yeah we got no limits
What no limits)
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me yeah we got no limits
Banana got no limits
Running smokin loud yea we smell rich
Like White House's where we ain't live
Hit the white castle 3am by yo crib fuck man
And I miss that
Miss that
Miss
so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in,
clouds
So we can take over by storm with our sound
And we never coming down
Going around until we never new to town
Hanging with the wicked clowns
So much
at the house
I got my lightsaber bitch, I use the force
Mitch saw Jimi with the Mill Park shorts
Jackson Vel working at Kmart
Durry Lady's biggest fan
Yeah I'm
House
That guy, he knows
What life is really about
My boy, Penguin, oh
He got sick, ayy
Even with the Rona
That man's drip is hella lit
And... My bitch,
out got
A beach house by the shore
And we out with our feet out
Bumpin' me now that's for sure
And we out VIP now King
Of Diamonds got these whores
I'm
Said fuck a job ain’t getting paid by no rate (Yeah)
Apollo my vans but can’t even skate (No sir)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No
spalding
Remember them days i was starving
Now them days are forgotten
I swear i see the hate by the miles
But they still gon be jocking my style
Now them
got the best of her
She wanted to explore
Her other options that she had, oh no my baby was no whore
Just a woman with needs, a desire to be
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