Lyrics:
you what the name is
The most known unknown so underrated
So sick like a rapist out in Africa wait
That ain't racist
I'm studying AIDS-related
you people for fun
Fat man's son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related
Flipmode squad
Here to drop bombs
Against all
us
And the irony of dotting the beam on whatever matters
Black lives in black 5s the frame boxing out
I'm Luke Caging but more related
don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this
other if not they related
You can get shot or get bladed
There's dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you
catch AIDS and shit,
But the fact stands, hoes get paid from tricks
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
I'll never let a hoe, pimp me
And all my hoes say (pimp
don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this
other if not they related
You can get shot or get bladed
There's dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you
heard don't pump cool-Aid, my heart pump beer
Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve
Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin' through the turf like
What that is,
I plan to make some more Kool Aid
But we ain't got no sugar
I put more of that good energy
Wish that nigga would yeah
Got good vice and bad
told you
We I needed aid you threw shade
I needed your love u brought my pain
I ain’t got the time to waste
Save that bs don’t hit my line today
I got
the most high I can finally think straight
Contest winning so I enter the sweepstakes
Remember granny house when I was drinking the kool-aid
Now I'm
don't be a homicide
Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight
Ain't no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight
Band-aids on my
(Today we'll be talking about the reporting artists The Insane Clown Posse)
(They look too spooky) Dickface (It kinda reminds me of gang related
a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning
The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom
Alarmed, pardon the old
moon night.
Light the spliff and ignite,
Let aid come up to fight.
Demons rise, concealed by day's
Dazed now content with the right time
To have their
don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this
were running a lap
Of raps the Mic jack relapse with each lap I attack
Bag back I got a bad back
But it's ok
Cus I got them dens in my kool-aid
People
on the fucking turf
And one thing's for sure he wasn't killed by bunch of jerks
Pharmaceuticals never wanted aids to be cured
And if you talking too much you
on shoulders that wasn't there in the past tense
We sippin Kool Aid Jammers, eatin pizza Goldfish crackers
Not a worry in the world, I just wanted to be a rapper
Everybody releasing that Aids was real and it don't discriminate over age or field
Wall Street was recovering from being so burnt cause we found out that
blood related they can fiend for the wealth
So here's the lesson of day just believe in yourself
Through hard times God is here to aid you and keep your
the welfare checks
Food stamps yeah the Kool Aid was super wet
Daddy boosting everything you know he kept us fresh
When times got hard we took meditation
never late, propain in my body sippin Cool-Aid, cappuccino in the mornin' for her homeway, she be talkin like she never was in love like that, now I carry
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