Lyrics:
To get by with living, these packs I been flipping, I'm really trapping out apartments
My heart cold, it departed
But look at these bands, I was starving
sublime
Tricks, tricks, tricks
Ain't lookin' for no hills (pow)
The mountains give me the best chill
A slope out here to give me the views (uh)
Out here
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
HIS script
And know for sure
This is ain't a Sitcom No way
You're show can canceled any day
Like a new episode its time for you to make a change
So live
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
pretty got homeless living on corners
The devil lurking and he trying to take me out from all angles
Cuz told me meet him at Jefferson and Crenshaw
So I
crew
that jumped out this game of crack
to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
and we ain't takin no shorts
independent
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby
Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
the Jefferson's
Tougher than a belly flop
Connect the dots no going home till I unlock the box
Don't give two fucks if you trip or not
No cheat code this shit is
the nerve to make it happen through rapping
DVD:
They ain't gettin' no passes
Boot straight up their asses
Started sensing a pattern
Black lives never
You are paralyzed
I think I'm trying too hard
Something tells me you'll die
So get the fuck away now
New starship new phasers hyperspace my way
a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you'll
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
God please watch out for my bae
He out in these streets in these woop-woops going crazy
We just tryna eat, no receipt cause they ain't pay me
Tell
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Uh, Ayo you niggas garbage I'm way
Ahead by a large margin
See no comp in this house of Hip Hop
Bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin
The god they call me often
suddenly it dawned on me
I've seen this show before
Perhaps I'm in a warp bubble
Slightly out of phase
Cause it was way back in the sixties
When they called
who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man.
and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin
I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
out there
And I'm packing, long dick swinging
Swinging to my knees, tropic thunderstorm
Selling DVD's releases, releases
Never need a feature
They
with Darth Vader head scars
Penalty from referees, handing out red cards
Energy crash from the blast of a Death Star
Calculate flight needs, starships
falling down way faster than before
Hope I learn to float before my body hit the floor
At night, haunted in my dreams by a dementor
But I'm always with my
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