Lyrics:
I'm the shit not a plumber
I'm a rapper you're a mumbler
I'm a trapper you're a fumbler
Counting money in my sleep
I'm still productive when I
kill it still
You better get a grip
Cause I️ can read you still
In a dream I️ see a couple mil'
But shit ain't sweet so I'm hungry still
That's why I
the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife,
saved lives by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have
now they say they're shutting down
Goddamned Reagan in the White House and no one there gives a damn
Double digit unemployment, TVA be shutting soon
attentive
The blue sky fled her presence, seeing she was accompanied by clouds that were angry
This time around, she was but Power Hungry!
I wasn't searching
When Baja Slips into the Sea
Maybe by then we all will see
When the waters rise in our hometown
We can deny it still we all will drown
When
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
America great again!
Rig the vote and we all in.
White sheets on every corner
Wasn't me I swear your honor.
Sign a bill and F*** em all
We'll build a wall
no asterisk
Light Bearer like the merch say
Messenger since the first day
In a white tux 'cause I stand out
All alone like first place
I got
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Back door
Outside
By your window
She was looking at the wood like Ingle
Yeah I'm thinking y'all forgot this is me hoe
And I'm still tryna figure out who
but it's sold by white faces
And we get more trouble than the water that we wade in
But they brought education
Right
Our gold is what they're taking
this really earth or a disaster
Preyed on by them people and by them pastors
Money hungry for them crackers
Police just a middle man
The system judge
Thanking god I'm still here
Look at where we from
They showing fake love yea I got some frenemies
I just lost my granny she ain't know how much she meant
celebrating fifty years of independence
They still feel the colonial effects of Great Britain's presence
Dictators quick to imitate the west
Got in bed with
By the money hungry seeking white man
Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go again pickin'
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
Made it hard to fix problems
Think about Flint
They still can't
Get water
So miss me with the irrelevance
You wanna make America great again
Blacks,
that I'm still alive
The days I spent so cold, so hungry
Were full of hate
I was so angry
Those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
There's things
a trade is
1290 days for your soul
The front side is Sheol
Before The Great White Throne
Beyond that into the lake of fire
Many go
Unless They
Shatter
it on your playlist, great tracks
I don’t wanna be the greatest, debate that
Ill tell you how I made this, and thats facts
I was in the room with
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