Lyrics:
racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, I ask, in being told what to do?
no time anymore.
Time is relative.
Now We're dealing with the place where when you know yourself as that you just are.
You are going nowhere and you
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
Goin' far for the shit, I got a 2-4, 2-4
Figure out where my enemies are
Bigger than chasin clout
And my bare knuckled remedies are
Punchlines
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
would be very difficult to understand.
Breathe in and.
Breathe out and open your mind. To the idea that. Is just as difficult for a two dimensional
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
You can hear me 24/7
Eres imbécil no puedes no tienes technic o level
Hey! Sensibles Ve y diles
Que soy un bone collector like grave digger
Mi rap
you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick
of the land
Cause her heart is the home, just understand
Long as she straight, it’s part of god’s plan
They always ask if there's 24 hours to live, what would
fell for the diamond scam.
F*cking slinkies were popular before diamond engagement rings.
It’s a thoroughly modern and thoroughly recent idea. It is
Old Chevy whip
Struggle to push the keys
Bless me
Like I do 24/7 sneeze
I don’t know where I'm going
But I do as I please
I don’t know where I’m
genre needs a dire
Savior with a message, especially in my city
Called Philly where that negative essence
Is present in every section a curse
for the shit you been saying behind me
24 I've got plenty shit to do
Damn, look at the time
Where're you at now
Enoch why you so laid back
Lost time we
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Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, especially when it's the only one you have
You see vision is the art of seeing things invisible
Ahh My
basis
Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases
This is a city full of culture and different races
Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages
(Forever)
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Remind me of mama cleaning, word up (forever)
Grown Folk Music, you know what it is
Uh (forever),
in what you’re making
Hahahaha
I understand people who faking to seem famous living
But what we do is 24/7 decision making lyric spitting
Grind Hustle,
strategy, this tradition, is a kind of rape.
This idea that men are suppose to win you,
that you are suppose to be aloof,
is a small but significant
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
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
me where I am
Cause god damn man
How can explain?
No need for a corner
Or shoplifting nothings is in my bag
Im pretty glad my parents
Gave me
the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cause I play
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