Lyrics:
We got to wake up, cuz this is not a game
We forgot how to play, we control the reigns
We got to wake up, we need to learn the names
We can make
myself
And when I do this I’m not
Usually in tune with any
Movement I’m just
Losin it reality can melt
And this is war
Laying down feel like a
Lifetime
as our wagons come over the hill!
(What do you know about terrible?) Ha ha ha!
What you know 'bout terrible?
(What do you think is so bad?) Ha ha ha!
the case for everything"
No! No! No! We're not doing this shit again! Get on with it!
Time is reaching the point when we'll die
Everything humans rely on is
lady sing
So go to school learn the white man's game
You wanna tear down the system
The shit is done from inside
This is chess not checkers learn
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
cave
Was The Dragon's lair
As they got to the opening
That's when they start noticing
That the entrance was blocked
By rocks, it was slightly odd
From
8 billion people and my heads
All screwed up over one
Internal war but the winner ain't won
8 billion people and it all
Comes back round to you
eyes close (eyes close)
Five o'clock with lights off, interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I
fuck the outcome
I'm sick and tired of rappers dissin' bootleggers
Rap for the love, not for the papers, do me no favors
I'll rock live shows
rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect
Put that
In a galaxy far far away
There was a world that was plagued with evil and corruption
In the land of lost hope, led by disconnected souls
This is
the rap scene
What's produce in a Snowball can really snowball
Art is not learned it's earned
In hopes that you will change
The world to fighters'
Dean: "I see. Well sexual arrousal is not uncommon during periods of
Nervous tension. I do not take offense."
Buffoon: "One time I ate my neighbors shit!"
like a wock star
Simple communication
It is not hard
And baby like a Poptart
Hot and cold still eat it
Michael Jackson still beat
Cuz she actin like
Chorus:
Im on anotha one
Im on anotha one
Im on anotha one
Im on anotha one
Im on anotha one
Im on anotha one
Said im numba 1
Used to rock
when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will
the Tao muffin
My brother Aaron is preparing to be staring at a glaring flaring red herring swearing
That he found something
Hopefully by mentioning it it
You a fool for this one Twan
This dedicated to the ones who love me and the ones that hate me at the same time
I'm not a rapper I'm a game spitta
playing war games porning us not warning us of
The nature and threat. Yea i'm willing to bet
Every hero is disposable by method of experiment
What are
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
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