Lyrics:
His biggest adversary
Chesaboy Mokoena
Was brought there by the white foreman
And a member of the security force
To destroy Shaka Zulu
And shut his big
deaf or I haven't been listening
Maybe I was disturbed by your chick when she screamed
Ungibone ngidl' i-curve in that whip with big rims
Tsuu Cim' ibane
believe til they see the proof.
And even when they do.
They still blinded by the lies.
They pollute our minds over time.
Spilling lies in the booth.
I
behind Heavenly Cuts
Post by F&S jus to get a Dutch
I was Dead Broke , had to Run it Up
Sleepin on the Floor , had to Level Up
Feel like Greek Freak
the heat," 'cause these niggas be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekend
It won't take much
through my veins,
endorphin-caged companion.
I'll keep you by my side and dedicate you all my time.
You take all my problems, filter them up,
then throw
Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a rat by her tail
Don't ask what I'm smokin' on 'cause that shit ain't for sale
I can't trip off a basic bitch, 'cause I
twenty-one gunshot salute
Motherfuckers hate me 'cause I be the hood
Hypnotized by my rhymes I'm so Hollywood
B-E record crew, we are boys from the hood
Yeah
It's The Unit, niggas
It's Buck, nigga
The captain of the motherfuckin' ship, nigga
Salute to the whole god damn state of New York
You
Poor rappers fall victim to the metaphor master
Drill your ass raw for ice core data
An earthquake machine being powered by a crystal
Scalene in
at war, at war, at war, at war, I'm at war)
Salute to all the veterans
And girl your love's like a nuclear weapon
I'm a five star purple hearter purple
for the right to sing along with them drinking anthems.
And these fools paid so many dues that everybody stops to salute.
But one night after another
there nobody by
That would venture their life for my fine darling boy?"
Airly next morning his uncle came there
He rowed round the strand like a man
soldier
About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs
Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, 'cause we ain't sure
So don't flip me, 'cause you'll end up empty
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
turned up yet, I ain't gone home
If I do I'm putting on a suit and turning up in a Cayman, driving around
Oh na na, they salute when they see, I came in
But if you’re winning from the heart then I salute your type
See you’re a star never let hay pollute your hype
Its all about you homie
The fruit is ripe
(Skrrt)
They don't ever judge you on your past
Judge you by the present (Fuck 'em)
Sick as hell my lil' baby caught another case
(Sick as hell)
Beat that
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
Stay with me 'till the break of day
Illusioned and captured by the forest spirits
We can, see the morning children, picking flowers to the Sun
Am I a Maniac or a psychopath
What difference does it make
Cuz I lick the crust on the apple pie
In the shopping aisle as I walk by
Just to have
A VECCHIA E SANTA CRISTINA
(Music & Lyrics by Marano Orlando)
E a vecchia e Santa Cristina
Coppa la panza teneva li pili
E tante ca ne teneva
Co la
polluted with drugs
Salute 'em with thugs
We used to
Sleep on a rug
A momma never said she loved
Or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too
Summertime, ninety-nine point something degrees
There go the fifth nigga down getting knocked by the D's
Me and my brother can't even feed
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