Lyrics:
There's no nations or wars to face in
Because in his pit nothing exist
You're not sick
No need for a cure
I'm sure
If you would listen
I could rid this
away
Still I'm hanging on to faith, in the gloom you're my only ray
I will never recognize, this is my reality
Thinking of you in my mind, bring me
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
their chest,
So pass the buddha,
The funky tie hooter,
And watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
Not a generic dime a dozen m.c.,
Never
was born in him
He learned his art from the world that he knew
One evening George Silvertop, passing by, chanced to stop
He took one look and he knew
start to notice some are lookin' up to me
I see the time is passing ease my foot up from the gassing
Try to leave a place for the future human race
Only
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic
And send Dylan Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins
SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
All the minutes turn to hours
The hours they turn to days
You're just quietly going through
The motions afraid of change
a delight
Watching neighborhoods turn to ghost towns
Only seeing sunshine
Peeking through the smoke clouds
But even small beams could light the way
trouble troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop
The capital S the see, the are-A-P
stands for me, cause I'm the
only MC with
a little lane switchin.
Sit with me and pass the smoke. Just wanna chill I don't fuck with coke.
The boy you're with is a fucking joke, tryna cross me
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
Of harnessing no reachers grab hold on to me so he can pass
Flows on to be so stinking bad
Whole genres seem so eager having Deez up on a featured track
And paint
Lately, you been on my mind
Passing through the moment that we met
The very 1st time you
Kissed me
How Your lips would sync with mine
As if you knew
wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she
bitch pass the Dew
I'm just trying to catch breeze like I'm passing through
Sip a couple sangrias if I have to
Girl we gotta get going so she say poof
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
stealth
I'm light years ahead of you and you probably could never tell
I'm a pacifist, but if you fuck with me I'll pass the fist
Negativity could suck
and take in the sky
See your life in the clouds passing by
Walkin through these streets trapped in my head, still tangled in the sheets of that strangers
at your party, uh
Should let the women I fuck raw an unprotected
Like fuck if you get pregnant, I'll keep it
Keep a secret only in town for a weekend
Ja-P
I got some advice for you
If you think you can keep up with me on this shit
Yeah, yeah
Good fucking luck
Tell me when I been a fuck giver
I
on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
On a mule, in a jet
With your hair in a net
In a towel when you're wet
I don't care, this is
only through him that we are here
It's only by his blood only by his stripes that we are here today people
Understand that your life and your minutes
motherfucker
Your great grandfather tied a ball
And chain to my balls
And bounced me through a cotton field
While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl
And now
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