Lyrics:
The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his
and casting spells
Stung by the spelling bee
And they says congratulations
You graduated
From slavery
To paid slavery
You actually made it!
Here! Take
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
a fuckin cannibal
I'm Geronimo and Hannibal with international
Gangster pull, I'm a bull in Barcelona
With a Corona, youse a fake-ass nigga
Where's your
was fucking with the truth
Making babies by the dozen
I ain’t fucking with no youth
I don’t like my generation
I’d rather cross words than cross fit
Use
the God nigga blast for me
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever
the God nigga blast for me
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading MP3's from file sharing sites
Like Morpheus
surplus or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
outta Jamaica
Maintain the brain
Yes me feel so spiritual
Jamaica green, gold it is substantial
It make me physical
It make lyrical
Gone international
international
She got her hair done
Styled in designer jeans
Heels on, and her skin type Maybelline
I can't control
The way you walkin', girl, you got me
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
or you're natural
You thinkin' local or you thinkin' international
You dreamin' big or dreamin' little
If you haven't picked a side then you're standin' in
and never wane
Take the bull by the reins
If you want it be the change
Like Gandhi and MLK
Wait up, got to change the system
Need knowledge, power
the
We got the
We got the
Eyes on the prize and never wane
Take the bull by the reins
If you want it be the change
Like Gandhi and MLK
Wait
And they exhausted our supplies
Who's to pay?
For this international flight
Who could stay
We were only there for the night
We watched the power fall
Inside
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
yeah)
Black rugs in the white Rolls, keep my glass full and my eyes closed
Poppin' tags off clothes, takin' flights domestic and international
Quit
Yung rich nation
You know we international
We put a whole lot of work in
And it paid off
I put my bitches to work
I put my pistol to work
I put my
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
And acrobatics I'm superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard,
The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I'm
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