Lyrics:
Nor have We been
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren
We have warned them
From time to time of attempts by their
And make it ours
If James and Cedric set the bar
Watch me rise above the occasion
I seen my mother go thru depression
And I feel I'm pressed to do
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
you... The Young God… born on his own holiday… a young star in our universe… in his hand, he holds the sun's rays
(2nd Verse)
I call you The Young God,
motherfucker
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by
Ali & you Sonny Liston, have you lisping
Hey, you the only one, only one, the only one
Ever truly listening
This here sound, Donyeal C. Brown,
you back, the C.O.'s bitchin'" (oh, get the fuck up)
As James' trial date approached fruition
I'm goin' through my own trials, caught a gun possession
we got no choice but to see it through
And we found our voice
And I lost my shoe
And the world will
Yeah
Pulitzer may own the World, but
is our God
The first, is that God is better than the world's best thing
God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer
Magnify,
Extractive chaos, the earth is crying, raped by drills and dynamite
Dissolving matter, creating waste
Broken all our links with the natural world
Abundant
hard
Dressin' like James Dean
And the vixen starlets feels so good to be
We're children of the bad revolution
And partying's the only solution
In our
love within our bones
And love those who aren’t our own
A paradise of the kind from dreams
A place to call our own
A world to call our home
A place
sonny
I told you this path would get hard
But you turn those bars into applause
I’m so proud that you got your own shows
No one took your hand and helped
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
the Seven-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings
the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money, got no strings
the world, people tend to lend advice
We can't blame them, it's all just by design
Take it all with (take it all with), a grain of sand
Or leave it all up
on Mars
Much inner-course and outer-space : our very species, our kind
I kinda used to live your lens, girl you create your own Cannes
A mogul gets
are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own
it's a sick world, you just gotta stay true
Stay true and everything'll be cool, you gotta blaze ya own trails and make ya own moves
Think for yourself
the beginning
And we're making our own history
I've always dreamed of breaking records like LeBron James
But treating it like I've been playing 2K
I'm too lame.
Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death threats given by
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
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