Lyrics:
harder than a brick
She’s tryna talk some shit
But that shit sounds just like a lisp
Oh well, shit
Now she spilling all my kids
Clean up aisle eleven
Clean
America's dead
I'm alive live sue me see me
Kill pop dead on the radio, circus home made from buffalo
Sold out tickets to every show
Drugs are
a fuck (yeah, yeah)
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you
like a actor thou
I can make these guns twerk
That mean I get it clapping thou
Baby got that wap
Pussy sound just like some casserole
Baby like to Kiss
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
Uprooted by privilege you choose to ignore
Let me remind you
My skin tone alone is enough to instill fear
Cause y'all know y'all ain't better
You're just
like a barbie
She off the molly all she wanna do is party
21 freaks baby I'm a savage
Run up on me, they gone let you have it
I’m not with the dumb shit
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
on a level
That you cannot reach when you jump
Said you're not feeling my sound
But that's funny cause they told me
I am the one that you bump
Ogbeni why you
to make dough
And put all my niggas on like this shit was a slave boat
So tell me why your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway
I used to hear the running of the river as a song with no ending
The sound was like a message to my spirit that the river was sending
The rushing
John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin
happy for once?
Got me like a crushed almond and a broken nut and for what?
You never stab from the front
Always from the back with your sick attacks you
Tattoos and if that sounds
Like a whirlwind romance
Then you need to hear about the first time
He said ‘I love you’ "He told me
He loved me within a week
inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided
inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided
Drip so cold I'm on subzero
Freeze my Vans so icy icy
UFO I came with lightening
There be no one like me like me
Flow so sick I kill politely
Someone
want you here!"
Why the xenophobia? will it ever change?
Telling me to go back to my country is like asking me to start again
Back to seventh grade
stupid shit, niggas sound like retards
Want to sneak diss me, you better disregard
B's on your head boy don't make me pull your G card
Adamant objects
like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound wave's over
Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slamming MC's on cement
Cause
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
to The Great Debate part 3
Which is a song that I wrote
Pretty much revolving all around of the
Political and racial issues going on in America
As of today,
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