Lyrics:
you hard facts
You feel like you need to call in, life's giving you hard facts
Remember 73% of suicides are male
Bledren, imagine year 7, you don't
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
One
Two
Three it's just you and me
Four
Five
Six my brother stay with sticks
Seven
Eight
Nine i'm always on my grind
Ten eleven I don't never fuck
a live
Cause this the life that I chose
Five four three two one
Blast off
Racing foreign cars like I applied for Nascar
Cut off everything old just
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
quitters
Because the quitter never wins
Oh yeah
Surrounded by one love
One light one culture
Moon, sun, star, earth
Universe eye am
Be like a capricorn
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
time to live
Yeah, no time to die
(X2) Just a savage in a strange land
I don't believe in this new world
Free a spiritual mind
Free a spiritual soul -
all out
C'mon I don't live for women but I live for life (Ah-ha)
The ingredients of life in love is the spice
Plenty, plenty fish in the sea (In
savages
Figure it out
We only live once
I plan a mansion
I need a big house
I keep on wasting my time
By wasting my time
I'm the bigger cursor for
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
i'm still rolling up
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
(Wait)
777
Seven crystals, seven ripped up rillos
Seven frontos filled with the weed you had in
extend
That money you made by selling out them
Then you get caught this part isn't fun
Caught snatching the fees at seven to one
Seven million to you
of paranoia
Make me nauseous and stressed when I'm talking, this one
Sleepless nights and tired days
The world works in mysterious ways
The culture swings
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
like O-Dog"
Tuck the deuce, deuce under the goose, boostin' y'all
Couple screws loose, cashier turns, poof, I'm gone
Seven, I heard NWA in the street
to live
Without having to kill ourselves to get by?
Why do we have a banking system
That makes money off of our debt?
Why is we don't do anything but be
to change it
Use your mind
It's just another one dead
Another young life
So many young lives passing on before my eyes
So many gave up, overcome by suicide
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
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