Lyrics:
complain you'll get ejected you can kick rocks
This my show that's how it goes, sit back, relax and be awed
Can't box me in too gifted
This real life no it
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you know about holy water?
I stood at the altar, fuck a tab
I do a whole sheet to myself, by myself
Now these big problems just looking much smaller
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
man a millionaire
Fuck smaller cah larger pays
Fuck grey she want darker shades
They ain't gona spark me they just sparkin haze
Spark it then
By
just boarded on our futuristic spacecraft
No mistakes, black as our music we must take back
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet
the eyes of a crack child
Dodgin' crisis, three strike system niggaz trapped in a vice grip
You can't defeat me, I defy all odds and sabotages
I survived
F/ Sen Dog
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say
She had 13 kids, each one had 13 problems
Three uppers, ten downers, just to put up with this
And she don't know which children belong to which
(Watch my feet)
I was countin' down the clock
Three seconds for the shot
I be cookin' Curry pot (Cookin')
She was lookin' and I'm not
I was drivin' by
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I
sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass
sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass
your experiment
Which parts of my body do you really want?
Stitch me back together one limb by one
Get your goggles, get your lab coat
And you can go
into place ay
Clock strikes midnight and we gone without a trace
Take the long way round tryna get back to the base
Still drunk but I got smoke on me
wanna miss it, I'm reversing evolution
Everybody on your feet, I'm in the streets for restitution
While they commit the 99 percent to destitution
I have
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh (walk my bare feet) huh (walk my bare feet)
Huh
in a great position (yeah),
How can you be hood if my whole frickin flat is smaller than your kitchen? (fuck it)
You wouldn't last a minute where I'm
Upperclass
Twit of the Year. There's Nigel, he's shot Simon by mistake, Simon
is back up and there's Nigel, Nigel's shot himself: Nigel is third in this
fine
take more than rosaries
Put skates under your feet like a ball roll with me
I know that you a star I don't need astrology
I need my back rubbed top
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