Lyrics:
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
by this foolishness
30 years old man still want nothing do with this
Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
And a freak he could take
Let me start by saying I don't roll
I rolls Gs
Straight outa Oz
I smoked 3
I rolled 4
I saved one just for yo bitch
She smoke a blunt she smoke
high, Fell low again
Here go time feelin slow again
More anger I'm holdin in
It's all good, I'll grow again
More bars keep on rollin in
Line by line, I
uncle a lot
A whole lot of many years went by
And he still questions if God hears him cry
How can he besides he still hates God hes still in sin
Still
of first impressions on second dates
And still I hold my reservations
Hoping the ones around me don't fondle with the fabled
Been trusting my faith, my fates
me either - but I
can't can't can't - can't say “me as well!”
Or or or, or "I understand" -
They're words that I live by - I don't open up!
Don't try
keep the blues
Wear the same shit for three years I ain't got different shoes
I'm the nicest kid around but they still think I'm rude
Why you tripping
by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A T-L's best
(yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5,
still flipping through the channels
And we still flipping though the channels
I got the law maker
Wrapped around my finger
I tell him what to say
And I
but he left it by the wayside
Competitive to a fault
Had unfinished business with squads he still wanted to halt
Loyal to a fault
Played ball for Pop
the center
Controlled by what will enter you is fear status
It will dominate the poor and the well established
I'm possessed by a God whose loving and still
Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads
I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street
Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me
Shy
a quarter til 3 (Im chillin)
Shorty said she naked and she waiting on me (Dem boys 'bout to fuck some)
So I pulled up on ha with a zip and a blunt (Ooooo she
Violation then we stepping out
Any angle by my weapon now
On the high road nigga I ain't settle down
Making money baby I ain't been about
Nittys
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
time that I drop yo ass
Jump in that Jag like skrrt, go fast
By the way, you look better with me, oh well
One three, reach back, Odell
Real clean slick
Intro:
I am the light that lights the night
And fills the day
No matter where you are
I’m not too far away
Hook:
Every time I come around
They
people
Had a couple broken hearts caused by a lot of you people
I just see 'em walk around like yeah whatever
Just like all the hearts I broke I'm like
until the cords in
Your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh
Your stance to the canvas silhouettes
torches
Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man
Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man
Its that type of story down south
the three strikes
new Range the cash we took, I threw shoes on the sport
It got athlete's foot
The God flash the gems
I nicknamed your girl Kim, 'cause
Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'
But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers
You stick around and watch my
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