Lyrics:
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Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
that just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my break
So I
to do with oil
Stand tall like trees
Sprout leaves from our branches
As an extension to show where the helping hand is
Live for hundreds of years
If we
most
Creative processes can be broken down
Into four steps: brainstorming
Rough drafting, editing and feedback
And finalizing for me
Brainstorming is all
I can't wait till they see
I got a positive persona in the studio a loner
Playing cards here with the joker
Having laughs inside the rover
And grandad
looked up
Justin, my three-year-old
Had managed to find himself on stage
In front of thousands of people
As if he was ready to perform next
From that
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me,
It's 11:45pm
And I'm making music wit Jack again
This project
Or whatever it's going to be
Means a lot
Jack
Early in the morning sky
The cloud paints
There's no opposites here
No Jigga no Simmons, no positives here
It is obvious we are not prospering here
What's horrible? I don't no
If it's possible here
here
2: Clothes Of Sand
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand,
Who has taken you far from my land,
Who has said my saying were wrong,
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
On their sessions, they
Had been from other areas of
Music such as classical
Jazz or Indian music for the first time
Here was a star musician performing
the cake
I had to sacrifice alot just to be here
I took a break from social media for a whole year
I was laying low, tryna fine tune my craft
Results came
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
Kiss her goodbye and head to the Ridge you gotta bounce
My conscious speaks aloud? I'm you thirteen years from now
Here's some pointers grab a pen
on a mission yeah I know I'm here for long
Ya and Covid nearly killed me I ain't talking about no cough
This is straight from the heart man
This is a vulnerable
that just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my break
So I
just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think that way
It took 8 long years before I got my break
So I
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
rappin for one year, one month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18th, 3:09 PM
Around
time for a word from our sponcers,
and then we will return to our final round coverage
of the Enbuary Classic. (Whispers: Well I have no idea
what he was
soon
I don't feel ready for the
Change that's coming soon
I am standing on the beach
Watching the tsunami grow from
A minuscule rise in
The horizon into
by friends and family at a few small shows
We put together here in Memphis TN
We had a lot of fun creating and dreaming
We learned a lot from the work
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