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Do This My Way

Blackalicious

Nia

1999

I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by

silent bob
Know the kids turn up they knob 
On the stereo when they hear me on the 
Radio
Bet they gon play me bro 
Best believe 
I got the scary flow

From the city of the Bluff where lil niggas get stressed
9 Mm wife beater black flag in his pocket and a tech
Aim for respect
They kick up dust in

mind is defined as an essential part 
B.O.B said airplanes are shooting stars
In fact
My timberlands are moon boots
The subway is a spaceship 
This city

skrt to get by hoe

Here's a side note
On a island that is not remote
Feelin trapped then I start choke
Yet I stay afloat 

How many niggas done came in

niggaz die
Nope it aint a Billy Bob or another white guy 
Nigga run up on ya and shoot cha in ya right eye
Right by, where ya stay or in the church where

And 'In the heights' 
Hamilton I'm scrambling these words I write
Bob Ross paint a picture while I paint my life 
16 in D.C. I might take ya bike 

If Tupac

Ride in my city
Worth more than a milli
This liquor I'm feeling
Now I'm nitty and gritty
They riding it wit me
That's Bonnie with lizzy
This iron is

Ohh
Haa Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh
Ahh Baaa-by
Baby Yeaahh
Ouu Whoahh Ouu Whoaahh Ooaa Ohh Whoaahh
Yeah
Listen Baby Listen-teeenn
Are you willing to ride

fit it acquit it/
Calabasas wit the moves/
Organically ripping the booth/
It get bizarre in my city/
So I chase an Eminem look at the proof/
You rookies

on his back
Eastern cottontails share a patch of city grass
Crawls into a gutter close his eyes and took a nap
Dreaming of his parents and the places where

Rap Style 
Verse 1 (Jiggy Jamz):
Ayo we could go to war son, belive that,
Let me see you run shit with a bullet in your kneecap,
My city filled with

it they will come kill us?
Young nigga trynna get weathy like Bob Dylan
This one for the city now who gonn be top billing?
I really be talking money

Depois pego nessa shit
Nega Mama, paga as bills
Dentro ou fora da minha city
Eu 'tou motherfucking pretty
Chego na V-Block e vejo a nossa cara num

When Pap talkin', stop talkin'
I was in the box with Bob Barker
I will backslap a nigga mama
Pussy niggas prayin' to see me under
Glock look like OKC

The bell breaks the silence

And people move as if they know the drill
The Spanish manners and the feline smiles
And a hundred broken hearted city nights
Are

house of women like bob Saget want to go to war bullets at em like a drive-by I don't say shit still a nigga like some Wi-Fi Flexing like Popeye Hit her

to Seoul
I'm achieving my goals
While she's by my side through it all

Huh, Yeah
Huh, Huh
Ahh
Yeah, Yeah

I can't feel my body
I can't feel my body
Yeah, I'm

a re-up, swinging like my name sia
Scalped a bitch by bussing shots, he couldn't bob 'em or weave 'em
Niggas, swearing, up and, down
That they gone, take my,

it, what was once so majestic 
Is now only adored by epileptics 
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it 
But when something gives

As more time passes by suicide consumes my mind
The fear of thinking this is it, this is all I'll ever leave behind
Recollection, deep depressions, heavy

for the head bump, aspirin
Yeah niggas sound good on IG but that's pretend
Ain't no way that I could see these other cats contend
I'm God body, Bob

decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stone designed, mind probably old as Mayans
Murder gods with my hands in a bowl like

decision
That I am no statistic
I Go ballistic when you left me
An my heart it turned vicious
I never been the same
It's the king tears drowned by the city