Lyrics:
Imagine what he knows
He's far from random, rather methodical, a phantom
And at this point is extremely efficient at deceiving humanity, not to mention
This is that
Manufactured emotion from my intellect
Pardon may I enter, didn't mean to interject
I'm colder than father in November, hold tradition like
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
you're not alone
I say I burned my draft card and Jackie's not coming home
Home
I say I'm uptight with it all, and Jackie never left home!
Can't you
them
Say a prayer for them
Let 'em know that God's there for them
This is how the world will
Know that you're His
And by the way that you will love
The evil of love is so subliminal
And the love of evil is so sinister
This damn nation is ran by sinners still
Middle finger to ya' pastor and ya' minister
affirmations
And all is good
I am a smart person
I invest my money, to make it work for me
I do not work for money
I make money work for me
I give away clothes,
get paid to kick
If you don't get me you ain't made for this
Not concerned if my clothes piled up
Cause if my dough pile up I'll get a maid for this
by my energy
I ain't even got to say much uh
This a walk in the park it's the kid in me
No monkey bars I'm bananas are you kidding me
Can't let it
tell ourself this is what the pastor means
Should my eyes deceive rescue me I feel this evening went the slightest breeze
I didn't leave you I just left
they tryna tell me that Iʼm not that smart
Hold up this is God damn art
But I know the media gon take the truth and chop that part
You see I, made it
Stations, homes and horses
This is the community
Shouting at racecourses
While reinforcing stereotypes
By trading on the notion and squeezing the pipes
This
of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my
grace over dish
Walk by faith and be placed in a bliss
God can we please spend eternity like this
Your love is right before me down on my knees
When JDS
me dead in the face and said "stale."
Then my cloaking device must of went dead. why?
'Cause the old a** judge looked at me and said.
This is our
my cloaking device must of went dead
(Why?)
Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said
This is our world, this is our world
This is our world, this
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
the deceiving life of this world
And so will they be pursued by a curse on the day of resurrection
How miserable is a curse in this world
Followed by another
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
that she needs a house
But a house is not a home
For a minute I was out there on my own
Brighton days had brighter days
I was out there tryna find a way
of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my
brought my chick back
A Khloe and the Fendi
And used twenty grand worth of
Benji for the gift wrap
Me against this bitch is a mismatch
Cause every line I
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
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