Lyrics:
Hip hop died, it's full of guys who cannot even rap (facts)
Media dividing us by colors, white or black (facts)
If you believe in Jesus, these days
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the club, but can we brag now? Now Black lives just had to die to get a flag down And my rap is up the map in southside Atlanta Was just a cell ? 50 years
of believing what's said in the news
What we need is a bunch of better schools
A community where we police our own
But by the way it's looking we headed into
Police Department
Flash back to Harley dancing in a
Strip club eventually two tidbit's appear
On screen: "Accomplice to the murder of
Robin" and "Total
out Chicago
Aw man
Everybody from the Go know how it goes
The killing by police
They can't keep it under control
Its gotta be a way for us to prosper
our shaping of the future
We have you under our control by way of the pixel
Should you try to escape, the pixel police will be there to destroy you
Run
control with her
Hand us some more and some more liquor
Think I’m in love with her
She got me deep under
Hand us some more and some more liquor
Ella dice
“Hey guys we’re in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle right now
I don’t know if you can hear me
But we have have police now advancing
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
doin' boy?
Don't chew know that's against the law?
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control
Now my name is Fairweather Lewis an' this here's
You lose control in Tokyo
While the sun sets on my coast
You rise with it to say, 'hello'
Try to define this line
The one in which we live behind
Pen, write your name and by your next rhyme
Doki Doki will flatline!
You can go through the motions of poems
My pen has been brought out for the kill
'Cause down here on the street we got it under control
From Berlin to San Francisco, from New York to Tokyo
on the street we got it under control
From Berlin to San Francisco, from New York to Tokyo
smoke)
The way your body roll I'ma lose control
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)
smoke)
The way your body roll I'ma lose control
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)
the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that's it
Feel my aura
us, they say we outstanding now (outstanding)
We used to watch for police, we watch our credit now
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
'Cause down here on the street we got it under control
From Berlin to San Francisco, from New York to Tokyo
(evacuate the dance floor)
Everybody in the club (I'm infected by the sound)
Everybody in the club (stop this beat is killing me)
Hey Dr. DJ let the music
(evacuate the dance floor)
Everybody in the club (I'm infected by the sound)
Everybody in the club (stop this beat is killing me)
Hey Dr. DJ let the music
while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them
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