Lyrics:
don't do that"
"You're my prisoner, you do what I tell you to do, get over here"
"Haha, he's gonna get nasty about it"
"Fuckin' bitch!"
"Frank! Cool
Yeah
Imagine
Yeah Imagine
Yeah, imagine
Uh Yeah imagine
Yeah, Imagine
Yo, look
I done been on that James Bond, on that Farrakhan,
On that Miles
better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say I fell off
He went R&B, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, I'll
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
I just cannot understand
Why you give me this new chance
That is why I've got to dance
I'm not worried, it's in your hands
(No Matter what
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
shoot like Durant, yeah
Pump up the jam, alley-oop, that's a slam, yeah
Pump up the jam, pump-pump-pump up the jam
(Blocked by James)
never let them go hungry
There she is, all right you go honey
Early in life she had a chance to win
But she chose to put her future in the hands of men
takes me home when
I'm too drunk to drive
And the barmaid Lou Ann
Who holds my hand
Every time I start to cry
Over there, that's Frank
the fan, and that nigga be your man
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
What do you do? Don't stall
Spring him and buy more
It's the code
California is the place where the hustlers dwell
But there's a message at hand that I'm tryin to sell
You've got an Uzi in your trunk, a nine in your coat
spelling foursome
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
And my jersey say James I don't play games
Like Bron when he in that Garden
And, wait I said that all
moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got good herb for all you
shots over here
They gon' fly on back
Say you gon' stand on it
Would you die on that
Don't spin around here
Put ya ride on wax
Ben Frank and Jackson
Got
Rocktober, cause
Ronnie James Dio is playin up there...
Oh, okay...
Tell your roommate I got his bed
Uh, you can sleep in my bed
That's where Fitz is
And Shackleton led the way
By April of sixteen
The crew caught a gleam
Of a place called Elephant Isle
But it was so remote
That no explorer's boat
Would pass
Swerving through the lane like Luka Doncic
Uh, Got that John Wick on my hip
Fucking with my dogs bitch watch me do a backflip
Over your head break your neck
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
My city needs clarity
Nobody in my city can compare to me
Every song that’s out is like a parody
Come see me if you want there’s no fear in me
But
there
Black Utopia no other place can compare
Success is measured by the collective
Chasin' that bag that's not the end all objective
Everybody's got
And there's love of humanity
That's the love that is right now needed most
Love of humanity
But in everything, in all of that love, there is a soul
It's
And there's love of humanity
That's the love that is right now needed most
Love of humanity
But in everything, in all of that love, there is a soul
It's
my other pocket more bodies found
Let's keep it a hundred
That's word to Ben Frank
Money's what you can count on when your friends ain't
Grass
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