Lyrics:
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
the big toe (grrah)
This is everythin' I hoped for, wished for, and more (bitch)
All I ever wanted was a Benzo', bimbo (oh)
Jim stones and a red Pelle',
a Lexus
Sittin' on all gold Daytons.
Bitch, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin'.
This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion.
Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game
More like Peter Parker
P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like Uncle Sam
Bag of flows is bottomless the still ain’t topping this (Aye!)
Take off like a rocket ship like James Harden them
There’s way more to this life than
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
grab my keys and head out the door
And the first dude I see
Is gonna join this org
We are an Army, hardly getting started
Makin' this permanent like
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
of sheep led by a lion
And watch them defeat an army of lions led by a sheep
Why am I sharing this?
Because you are liken to a lion
And in you lies power
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
which was written a few years ago, and which is replete with all the accoutrements of this art form. in particular, it has a sort of idiotic refrain, in
I'm caught up in this game
More like Peter Parker
P-IM-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like Uncle Sam and we gon' jam
I'm
bullets that we gettin' from The Lord
And all these bullets flying, spraying out my AK-47
Aiming on this mission with precision, enlisted in the army
an emotional wreck the notion of step
Is jus' like that moment you slept
You got severed
You should o' never came close to this mess
Y'all can't, we can
wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun it's on though
Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC it won't
grace
Washed clean by his blood, running this race
Running this race y'all
Oh what a race, what a race …and it's a good fight
It's a good fight
My life is
this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went
Following this trail of blood
These marching feet will never stop
This circle we've been walking in
Is leaving us with purple skin
1 2 3 4
Into
transformed into boulders
Took me a year or eight but you got to get the total
New bloggers, old problems again
So it's back to no good in this booth it is
should have taught her
Brainwashed and shackled by the lies they peddle eternally
How am I gunna rouse my army to free humanity
While all my sheeple are
written like words from the scripture
The youths will take over, future miss & misters
Some people play blind like em cyaa the picture
This world is a cycle
jew-els that shine like the sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
Cause the jealous
on with this, the audience is getting bored
OK, alright, just
Roderick Black, you're banished from Me
But go build something great
Go build something
and let freedom ring
There was a tyrant strong and mighty
And he built his self a wall
He said, "This wall's gonna stand forever
No power on Earth is
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