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of modern living fodder blotted up with dots of wisdom
God allah or Rakim spitting shit i guess a nod is given
Respect due, put every single influence in
rather see us in the field picking cotton
We dressing all black like batman but we robin
Them politicians be the main ones out here rotten
I know a dirty
white doves
House music all night long, can see him up there now leading the whole throng
Those days went by in a haze of fun but something else was
way she gave a nigga brain
Man girl I loved you how could you think I'd ever use you
You got ya friends up in ya ear just like a Bluetooth
And yea we
This be my post modern soul-parody
Depressed so I can speak with sincerity
My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity
Kicked in the door like J
to appease mental faculties
Can't stop won't stop like bad boy in the 90's
While rappers are yuck mouth like the dental state on limeys
That's English people
English
They told me that I changed but really I evolved
I'm from the city of savages they get you killed with no bullet involved
Surrounded by the killers,
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
surely right in the midriff, and here he is. Here he
is to wake up the neighbour now.
(A man in bed in the middle of the pitch. The twit slams car door
Batdadiyadiyadiyadabudda
Batdadiyadiyadiyadabudda
Batdadiyadiyadiyadabudda
Batdadiyadiyadiya
Welcome to a lesson in rhyme
Let me mess ya mind up
Find
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Haan
Fizzle, go
Za' in my body, I'm focused
Really been runnin' up commas, you notice?
Right on the block
incisions
How does he make them decisions, he's like a man on a mission, I'm stricken
I'm fluent in English, but I don't know no other languages
Expert in
bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in
bitch[00:40.77]So you thought that I was playing, you thought it was a joke[00:43.40]Now we're creeping up behind, and you're starting to choke[00:45.97]I'm here
festival,
OtherwiseIi would not be here in,
er... Cleveland! Tonight
But makes no, nevermind!
For me, this song sums up the
essence of the Latin-American
fake now this verse is sharp Like a blade
It might even assassinate your ego And do it in one take
I ain't here to play I just make these Song that you
dare come to the door
Cuz nothing is fair in love or war
Done being humble cuz I'm through being buckled up
Done with being nothing but another mother
shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit
Put the Double O in a mood
trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade reading level but he knows how to rap
Are you amused by our struggles?
The English that's
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
'cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin' in
I'ma roll right by 'em
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
Yo
I had some soldiers on my side
But they ain't here no more
Got me rollin' one deep in the ride
An I'ma smoke alone
Reminiscing on the times
I got
(I have tried I have tried I have tried in the modern world)
Let us be shaken to the core
(Near the lights in the lights in lights here with
Sunn:
We break your plans up
Sunz of Man what
Throw your hands up
Stand up soldierly
Enemies close to me
The president took a colt to me
The same one that
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