Lyrics:
the mack fold, punk you ain't gon' do shit
Don't pull it out if you ain't gon' use it
These are the last days before I get cast weight
Its a must, I have
the best MC
You man are part time, never had beef
Now you're on the mic like a bulletproof vest MC
I'm a double, precious Tek MC
Separate heads from
Safe In These Arms
VS 1
Overcome by the weight of you
Some days are harder and you can’t breakthrough
That’s just how it goes, but it don’t need
this urban drama
Every day our sons and daughters are led to the slaughter
Indoctrinated by a complacent social order
Decapitated they’re trying
This that ''end of the day'' type of time
Reflective type of time
Just to sit back, and think about life
Uh, listen
When it's all set and done
Do
the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age
Dude's wage is fugaze
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
the days, them niggaz stuck to-fuckin-gether
You see, Theodore, didn't mind, Mean Gene, on his set
Now these new motherfuckers, are like, on some new
to rainy days
Look granny we made a way
Turn around Kobe fade away
Roxy 30 cocaine on me
Popping bottles like KOD
24's on the 803
Nothing I do is regular
the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
about my cousin Keith tripping
Reminding my granny how she forgot his whipping
You know the switch up off the tree
Hey good O days like if step up
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
Intro:urban(woman)
Yo baby (what?s up)
What we had was so special (yea I know)
What you doin now (left my man back at the 9 to 5 just trying
Yeah, yo, Def Squad
Full Cooperation on this one, yo
Total concentration
Yo, look (huh?)
'Sup with these cats out here, son?
I don't think they
One day I'm gonna shine
(Feel this)
Sunlight touchin' my face
(Searching for the)
Reason for these rhymes
(We are)
Blessed with better days
City
the street one day
It wasn't in Philadelphia, thank god
I was talking into a walkman, not a Pac Man
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a a gang of young, rough,
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
of a man
Shades of victory went exactly as i planned
Damn
Ready for war let's settle the score
Cloudy days are over shades of victorys
Aftermath is
won't hold it to myself
Pass it on to the next person so the vibes are felt
It's a good time to feel good,
from here to urban suburbs and all the way
we be punching blow by blow
Cut your feet fingers what were you thinking going toe to toe with the beast
After i rap, all that's left is the carnage
grows stronger, more
Present with each day the need
The urge to find you
Through the trees, all the trees,
You
Always slipping by somehow
Wround
to win a title
Sold out the venue they use for recitals/Locked all the doors then we came in with rifles
These the last days of you talkin to me like you
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