Lyrics:
of them)
These cats will sell their own mothers
Tell you whatever you wanna
Hear like undercovers
So I'm in the woods all runaway slave
Underground like Bin
Yeah
Live from the bottom of the map
With the buddah burning heavy
By the bottle of the jack
I been working daily man I never get a pass
So I gotta
kid is a brat?
Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat?
Blaming the kids is a lion of shame
You know exactly who's to blame
The mother
kid is a brat?
Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat?
Blaming the kids is a lion of shame
You know exactly who's to blame
The mother
I've been livin' out here by the hydro towers
Tryin' to feel my feet and regain my powers
Livin' on the flight path, tryin' to feel the ground
dreams
Manna really tryna get paid out by any means
So, when they saying "got you" you
Ain't deeping what they mean
Grip the Dione chef you out of your
[Chorus]
People rise up to the evil
Raise your flag and make a stand
Love the world and everything on it
But never ever understand
No, never
mother had to lace up your Lugs
Face it it's over, you tryin' to move the base of a boulder
With weights on ya shoulders, so stand back or wait till
that's living know just how I got down, yeah
Just 'cause I'm a dad now, don't think I won't come blow your ass down
I don't care what you stand for, 40
the search for the Title
And everybody wants to be first in the final
from The day your mother gave birth it's survival
I am old school like a verse
emulated
Still accelerated through it
Line a sight and shoot it
I've always found my way all by followin' the music
Fuck a blueprint, this survival
tHE HUNTERS
OOOHHHH! Here they come one by one, here's
Scorpio tensular
Ringum Young jake "The Rake" Colby
Ricky Rack icestorm
Buspants fire Brigade
Cupid's
and cats
That's fucked
Mother fucker
Rank bogan
I slap (ah), cunt
My cennelink ain't came through
She'll be right by tomorrow
I'm bashing this roo
that know man feel me tho
Don't cop down to a lessa
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin
everyday for the pay
Cant associate with no fake so dont tempt me
Duffle bag metal piece put it back in the fendi
Why these opps talking so deadly
Your
that know me
Don't cop down to that pressure
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin known
So
Andre Nickatina
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, I keep the 40 fo' shizzle
shakin' niggaz knecks
Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck
What you figure when you livin' by the trigger
That's how it is when your fuckin' wit
his time would come, top issue
Branded by a government official
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
you shouldn't have saw
'Cause the night gets raw
Drama is thicker than skippys peanut butter
Imagine worried thoughts of a young man's mother
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