Lyrics:
Rocking bugs bunnies
New J’s and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go
normalcy
Look into the I
my bloodshed red eye from the holy sacrament
Love is to the I
my heart inspired by the millions words ov right
inspired by
you
and go Cobain
Another stain on windowpane
Tryna look back at what you've made
Seeing the real only had stayed
So baby can I feel
Something that feels way
at that, look at that, Makin em Mad
*View! (Car drives by)*
Jacc Spade: View, let me tell you bro. Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro.
The slave master's children all looked identical
True, the future is children, but whatever future you buildin' already look miserable
Natural beauty,
just look at how far they ran
Last time I saw my man at the station bitch boy sang like the choir
So I got round there in a blacked out range and he felt
tabernacle
Know the motives roll the credits call the medics
Calisthenics nigga we about to set it
Shoe fettish the whole row look like lettuce
Finger four
them hoes wanted commitment
So many keys couldn't pick it
To the bread only mission
Yeah sure we kicked it
Couple drinks tree smoke
Setting up the scene
healed by his stripes
Because of his death, I have life
I know I'm probably preaching to the choir
But it seems we forgot that the Devil is a liar
Like
[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ah what's crack-a-lackin zr's and shit
Ya know DJ the boy brooklyn's own masses
It goes
[Chorus: Ras Kass]
Ahha if you like
the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's Jihad
See Ali
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
([Timbaland:] my pain almost over)
Yeah, look towards the sky, there's only one Jehovah (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Wyclef Jean]
Yeah, yo, I seen Brooklyn turn into
Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight)
Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight)
Talking to my
Paparazzi take flicks and see how the bitch lean
Uh, I'm every black girl's dream
Controversy sells, I was taught at sixteen
I spaz if you tempt me
Only
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
That's it! None
to calm this
Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in
Satan wanna chew on my flesh cannibal
Surrounded by demons tryna make me miserable
I ain't Jamie fox but I handle em like Django
They put me in a cell
the only 2 reasons a ball
(Huh)
They call me the profit
I look in the mirror and see that I got it
I try to live life and approach it with logic
But how can
I just know that I ain’t going back
I feel like my city only hope
From on my back I put it on the map
Decisions guided by the purpose, all the
OGs
it's very real
Still, it's nothing you need fear
I'd never do you harm
It's just that I've been smitten
Completely smitten by your charm
The Lord looks
But now we're singing no sleep till Brooklyn
Down by the river I swore to keep my mind on
All the good things to come baby no turning back
Summer nights
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's
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