Lyrics:
are they pursuing it
love the planet you inhabit and don't let them ruin it we found plastic particles in baby's in the uterus
the consequence
through
Y'all niggas are like kids, flashing plastic tools
Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule
What?! Stupid!
Without a doubt, it's in the heart
Mental war as you rot
Upon the surface
Stands your castle of glass
Prison where you lay to rest
Must build... More... Fast
Plastic emotions found your
let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin' caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
(Oh yall wanna pull up on me, pull up on me)
I'm boutta set this mic on fire bitch
Wait I can yell in here right? Cool
LETS RAGE EARTH
Gulag on they
skies
Constellations are our only guide
And the time it flies by like the wind
Are we cursed?
The rumors now begin to stir
Poseidon, he knows our sins
Hey
back gazing stars on the roof
Constellations showing how much I grew
Let me kick back I ain’t got shit to prove
But I don’t need jewels, fast cars, gold
paint on, lets go.
(Food clothes medicine)
(Food clothes medicine)
(F*** me)
Two shoes chewed up, colluded with the feuds rogue veterans
Food
in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Ready for war I'm ready for action
Put on the mask and black
It's time we take a look
At intrinsic visions that got us shook
Dimensions skipping a beat to the hook
Of pretentious decisions of defeat written by
lies
Please, tell me I'm not right
I see small minds judging people by their color
The civil war in the streets worst than in old times
The thieves
Eighties baby can’t stop now
I got a thousand baby mamas posting for me
Niggas jealous cuz I built a team
And let my wife and daughter go coach it
How much is too much
I don't wanna let them down
But I guess I let myself down
Is it wrong to be selfish
Or is it just fine
There's a war in my had
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang us
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
is not a feed
I understand my own war: to be something and nothing all at once
I understand the size of my fears: to stretch my dreams beyond
of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress
(Ayo war report 2 yo! yo) Check it
Check it check it yo yo yo
(Yoo war report 2 ahhh)
Check it check it yo yo yo
(ayo iman what up)
Check it check it
try on
Swear it’s war behind my niggas yeah, if you try us (Yeah, if you try us)
This part of my life and it ain’t snap chatted
I might let you peep
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
plastic, nigga
This is drastic just takes a nigga with the
Right automatic to cause static
Like a Mossberg dumpin'
And muthafucker'll do jumpin'
Make 'em
chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker, don't let your kids
Hear
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