Lyrics:
you do a bit of crime
Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time
In the big city
Where it's hard to see the sky
And the black earth
satisfaction
Despite the amount of alcohol in their system
And you know I don't know
All I can say is is that I wasn't me during this period of time
Physically I
remembered the highs
Every planet discovered and hovering by
He dreamed of the times he could smother his mind
In something other then pain that was governed
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
on water fountain
Out here can’t count me out with them counterfeits
Runts by the pound blew an ounce out it
Cardio i work em’ out a bit
Radio niggas be slow
a cokey-eyed spooky chick
Kinda crackhead-ish
Bitch got middle-aged hips and a black fetish
Tapping a Newpie ash
I caught a buzz with her, starin' at her
nose
Before he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he lived
From the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back
factor
Yeah!!
y'all niggaz can't dream to think about this shit
You can bite it
But by that time it'll be too late 'cause it's already been
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
be way down in my
Basement until police start lookin'
By the time they think that it’s me
You will be dead and cooking
I will eat you and burn all
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
got no time I was born to shine to the top I climb
Look at em look at me oh my
This bit thick On GOD
She want me cream her pie I said oh wow
Baby you
forewarned of a ruthless hierarchy at play
Dirty rags ornated the windows of ghostly facades that lined and trapped the last bits of track
Finally, the pull
Lowell george (dialog)
Jimmy carl black (dialog)
Roy estrada (dialog)
Bunk gardner (dialog)
Don preston (dialog)
Motorhead sherwood (dialog)
Ian
authentic you can check that sh..
Taking over bit by bit
VIP is where we sit
Haters be jealous from a distance
If you got a problem know we with it
Step
complicate it
Pink skies, hate is denied
Righteous mind, truth perceiver
Glory be to God
Time goes by
Lets smoke, lets fly
Global citizen
Bunch of stamps
Six months in and y’all yet to hear my most impressive verses yeah
Let it play out for a bit this the part two feel the vibes
They be blocking me off
I was the kid with the pen and a pad at all times
Got my c's, and mowed lawns on part time
Mama was in school to be a nurse
While my daddy worked
listening
All the dirty things I'd like to do
Feel your kiss again
Think it's time that I tell you the truth
It always seems to come on back to you
It always
lights, white lines, high times, red eyes
Clean rips, dirty minds, bad girls, new designs
Tough city, tougher life
Callin' tab, soul on ice
Chest
such a black 'un
When the driver called Reg pulled up by a hedge
And we all made a dash for the bracken
Dad rushed to a tree and said "excuse me"
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
It starts in black
Pan the cam a bit back
Blinding light
A child is born to this world
With a fight
Miguelito
Ojos claro y mulatico
Convulsing
of the Radio Times
The Bible and those with false teeth
c sick society dropping national health
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth
Now
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