Lyrics:
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
overly fucked in the beef
Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the face by me
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it
See that black boy over there running scared?
His old man's in the bottle
He done quit nine-to-five
he drinks full time
Now he's living, huh, in
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Oh, once upon a time in Arkansas
An old man sat in his little cabin door
And fiddled at a tune that he liked to hear
A jolly old tune that he
the old has passed away
Now the new has been embraced and
Now we take the narrow way
If you hidin' from the Christ
Do this for the first time
But if you're
room, freestyling, bar for bar
I don't even know how old you was these times, bruv
Probably about, hmm, ten? Ten, nine?
Yeah, man, if I think about it
That's why I never blend down to my apparel
Shit
I got this locked like a second bite see me fight demolition man like I'm Wesley Snipes
Foolish niggas get
snipe the side and die in flight
Fright, fight, wipe it from my mind, psych
You goin' psycho, yes you heard me right
Man I'm playin', we just was
white
I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes
Ben Shermans and a second hand bike
Feeling like a donut 'cause I'd already been stabbed by the time I
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
since a death in the fam
Had a plan but i ran
Had to do it for my old man
Prove it that i can
Since a death in the fam
Had a plan but i ran
Had to do it
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
of a whore
Always wanted by the law
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man
And a dirty old man was he
the give and take
Past the expiration date
Man I miss the old days
Stuck inside these old ways
Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”
He was a cotton picker down in
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
Play, let the blind man play
He was a cotton picker down in
the same me
Slept better, blunted on reefer
Only get better, I'm hunted like zebra
By zoologists, it's true they watching this
I camouflage like Zartan
Man
You ain't got it n**** don't trip
All the opps be wearing bad fits
They ain't taking trips they just taking flight
Ask about his mans fighting for his
Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line
With a suitcase full of dreams, and a brand new spendin' dime
I had a full bouquet of music,
shit and made first down, so now it's time to up the score
He ain't know what I meant by overseas, was waitin' at the shore
A nigga walkin' with a vest,
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