Lyrics:
in my way here’s some News
You aren’t
I sit down and sigh like it’s compulsory
Listen to my music to numb the plastic upholstery
And nobody’s close
to the table
Had to throw it down
Cuz I know I'm well and able
Goin by the pound
You don't wanna hear my name tho
When it come around
You ain't fuckin with
that independent paper
all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
take
red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em
Now everybody wanna run they mouth
But they can't walk the talk
Hold up, lemme talk my walk
O call me Lord Voldemort
cll over the place cause my
like?
Puttin' it down for my niggas on the south side
North Carolina, South Carolina
And all my little bitty overlooked hick towns
We 'bouta hit y'all
habbit
My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly
Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period
They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce
Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters
We the Jimmy's Cafe, ain't no need for operas
Had the fiends scream, "Hallelujah," fuck the prosecutor
Gave my nigga
time but i'm froze,
I'm tryna live through the wise eyes of my elders,
I've got to make it got to do it i am not a failure,
One time for my Rebels in the BackWoods
Two times for the ones rocking Blue Collar
Three times for ones out in Turkey Ridge
And REST in Peace Pawpaw
The Timeweaver's abode is deep under ground
As interweaving history he us creates
He weaves in eternity not to be found
The Elder's legend that
before her time was unseen.
Their were fooled by her presence and disguise.
Faithfully they listened and swallowed all her lies.
"The times are
the title I earned on the court by my coach son
And if I say I'm coming for the top ain't playing boy
I Pay homage to my elders
They know bout what we go
know the greatest he's the
Greatest creator of all time
So - if you're being creative
- my greatest inspiration is
God he made our universe you know? So
flight
Got to get my pace right
But Im feeling haze like
Need a little pick up
Keep on hitting hick ups
I could use a spark like
When you flick your Bic up
Most of my elders were failures
To the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic
The later I would hang, the greater my slang
It took my english,
''Cause my friend Jimmy woke up mid-air
No time to smile, no time to wave
They buried him in a media grave
We all love tragedy, it loves us too
It's
(Leor light it up)
(Oh Hicks made this shit)
I kick that cup but I'm still leaning over
My brain so full of thoughts I can not let 'em go
And when my
to focus on the doom
So I'm practicing to stand up tall and focus on the truth
World does not revolve round me
But I'm distracted by my dreams
Don't even see
this day in my humble way to offer my prayers for the thirty-eight Dakota who perished in Mankato in the year of 1862.
To the West, I pray to the Horse
on posin'
And copin' by chokin' on hope
Findin' comfort in broken
A slippery slope and I'm knowin'
Things couldn't change
Livin' my way
I had to fight
gate, at the edge of a somnolent glade
For there is my temple
On its step, we shall rest in its shade
Whilst talk is made of the times kept secret in
my shoes do get out of line don't offend me
I'm drippin that Jimmy that tru you know that we got it by plenty
I feel like i'm up in world war 2 cuz
business properly, boost up my economy
Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property
Yesterday was not for me but nowaday it's time for me
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