Lyrics:
her life after the disaster
Every storm has an eye
Use yours to swim by
Just try
Apathy has no room hear
If you don't kill this fear
It'll shorten your
degrees
No mixing with thieves
She shaking the keys
She's seeing things with new eyes
No evidence but they believe the lies
15 nations got the wool over
gone, but the juice back, get your popcorn
Juice snacks, it's a movie nigga, with a new cast
Get the news flash, that the truth back
This is boom bap,
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
Caught in the storm
Lost in the sea
Damned for the crew and me
The captain he cries so many tears
Lost 'till eternity
And the bough, she'll
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
[Chorus - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
What you thought a nigga'd be up and gone
Fly by night, no longer Bone, strictly hype
Nigga better think twice
cause all
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
is a confrontation
that's the information comin from the Nation
So whatcha gonna do with your crew or your boys
will you just sellout, or bring
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
told you all they tell you is old news
And everyday's another issue like the windy city blues
Two turntables and a microphone
Is all I ever knew as I
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
(yeah)
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I'm dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it
niggas really too broke (yeah)
I just got forty million from Live Nation, nigga, no, that's not a joke (at all)
Pink strawberry ice cream diamonds on my
die on it
Two two three shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here
I don't know why
i'll rock nations just gotta bomb harder
True history in the making
Those 4 letters that i live by so the mystery is vacant nigga! Ty!
Ayo ty, wassup!
shit just happened to my nigga Terrence
A week later now somebody else is laying dying
Surrounded by a crowd of people and his momma crying
The way
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very
On in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion,
Business as usual
For our nation
Could you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,
The city
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