Lyrics:
as much as you motherfuckin' want but)
The art of not fightin' back was brought to us by Christianity
That was given to us by our oppressor
So you
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
on an Alaskan
I switch flows like nose on Michael Jackson
Amerikkka why you hate us
Stop taxing black skin
Free the babies that are trapped by ICE
People come
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
figures, just us niggas,
Sometimes they give us action,
This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson,
It don't matter how much scrilla,
You
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
rock with us
This for the moshpitters
Bang bang Godzilla
Michael Jackson not thriller
Point em out Ill kill em
Name one Im realer
Never been Seinfelder
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
one of their albums (what?)
Eminem made a lot of commercials
For Call of Duty
But really doesn't know a whole lot about 'em
Michael Jackson secretly
the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
not alone
Between you an me I been tryna make jewelry but
How do you stay inspired thinking about ya eulogy
It's hard creating light inside
a forest blaze
Do you like Michael Jackson? (We like Cool J!)
That's right, I'm on the mic with the help of the bells
And no delayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
back and forth, let's do it
Both worlds (rock for 'em Hov')
It's not even close, just leave it alone
I'm Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own
It's not even close, just leave it alone
I'm Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own
Sing to 'em Kel'
The best of both worlds, ohh
Young, H, flow
balanced, blessings
I mark as tally's, expressing me
Through my passion
Not social media captions
Presence hold all the magic
Diamond glove Michael Jackson
In the beginning was the spoken word
Holy Spirit The trinity in the third
Rhythmic Inspiration for generations
Man shall not live on bread alone
But
In the beginning was the spoken word
Holy Spirit The trinity in the third
Rhythmic Inspiration for generations
Man shall not live on bread alone
But
Not Michael Jackson, not hitting hee hees
Not claiming a kid, I'm not Billie Jean
I'm going crazy, and I'm pushing out steam
I do what I want to,
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