Lyrics:
Middle finger to the face
I can give a fuck what you think
When i'm done they gone list me with the greats
Come prepared
My hunger is much more than
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
by
And the sadness there at times is so great I can't help but cry
And thought it's reality it seems more like a dream
That some of them have
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
I've been thinking about the great migration
Noon and night, they leave the flock
And I imagine their destination
Nettle grass, jagged rock
But the be my residents
They hold all my evidence
I'm just tryna re invent
White wraith
Great white
Bust down
Big bite
Last fight
Trust bound
Yea
I'm fine
Just living my days out by the seaside and coming from Croydon Town I'm nice
Hear the sounds of the sea and the seagulls fly
Try harass me for
I'm so prolific and the flow terrific
You can only go the distance with a focused vision
Create my own lane with no hopes to fit in
Hand crafted by
cuttin' down these snakes
You get hate
All my brothers by my side, they got faith
All my bitches love the white, I got G's on me
I got lean in my body
and I
Surrounded by darkness, suspended in time
Suddenly she appears in white
Sent by god to steer me right
Sent by god to steer me clear
kinds of esoteric mystical
occult stuff: crystal skulls and pyramids, Egypt, Great White Brotherhood,
Atlantis, the Bible, Alchemy, Gnosticism,
day and never leaves home.
D is for Dog. My dearest friend, my loving pal, he is always by my side.
E is for Elephant. A big-eared and awesome giant,
I can't fuck with you niggas
I think I'm above you niggas
I got the master plan
Popped a tab to know who I am, and how to run up my bands
Dollar by
or red
My chalice runneth dry, I shall not stagger by
I shall walk that holy line until I'm dead
I'll hold my head up high
When that great guy in
the things that I love best
There's nothing near as nice (As)
C-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e
I think it's great
I'd like to thank the person who invented
Choco-late
hangin', hangin' from the trees
Check it out, here's a story that's true (aight)
They had me locked up, for this crime I didn't do
This white girl
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
When Charlie speaks of Lester
You know someone great has gone
The sweetest swinging music man
Had a Porkie Pig hat on
A bright star
In a dark
believing
Peace of mind is worth any chore
Great dreams and laid schemes
Just blown down by high winds
And strong signs from old forces
Wild dogs run
right
And it deals with black and white
Tell me Mike G is it me?
Nah, it's just society
Filled with propaganda, huh!
Why do we meander, huh?
In a zone
a Eat'n Park cookie
Everything good, I'm white boy awesome
Up all night, Johnny Carson
I ain't got a Benz, no, just a Honda
But tryna get my money like
crap, senior prom's just a few days away
I've had nothing to eat since yesterday
I'll be gone from this dump by the final week of May
All I care is
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