Lyrics:
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I do stunts like Jackie Chan
I just touched down in Japan
Since they let me out the can, I keep runnin' up the bands
In the Arab with the sand
the crew stuck in the game
A quarterly, you vs. me, and try to slaughter me
The door was locked - top lock stuck, bad luck
Come out the elevator -
studying, dear ?
Yes, I have my exams next week..
Good, study well..
Oh yeah .. You told me you wanted to go to some tour...
Yes, dad..
As soon as the exams
courses
Wanna make change? Miss quarterly reports
Fuck stocks & projections
Build something genuine to outlive your brethren
Altruism, you know it?
More
friends, all my friends think it's funny till they need
I can go to sleep and make the money in my dreams
Definition of a boss, study it and see
Employee
you survive, congratulations
UFO skylight, make first bontact don't abduct we gone study him
Learn his patterns, slide on all dem
Laser particle
Had it all planned since the second grade
I'd study hard, and then I'd move to the states
An arab boy who didn't think he'd make it big
With an arab
Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt,
if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can
Of the books our children study when
They said Columbus discovered America, oh
The ultimatum
Of telling you the truth but oh
Well I'm already in hell
I'm tired
See Ms. Malone
She spends another quiet evening alone
Sits in her study and stares at the phone
And a bell in her head will ring
All the children
dem so
Badman nuh likе when bwoy a study dem so
Di thugs dem pop off and buss it and cut dеm
A talk bout a bone and gully dem go
Kuff! Shot inna head if
that's some dead plans
I really studies the streets like it's some exams
(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop I don't know how to dance
I gotta
She wanted ice, I copped the class
Her pops was Jamaican and Arab, sellin' that skab
He bought her a lab and a brand new Jag'
She attended
don't care about your body
You should visit a doctor because your mind is unsteady
You all are empty minds so you should go back to study
There is no
of studies and experiments
Researching data from tomes and scrolls
For countless years withdrawn I spent
Calculating cryptic goals
Stolen notes and unearthed
What the fuck?
Crowd starts booing again
Listen, I know you study AR blogs
You need to get off AR balls
Oh, cause he AR ab and you an
Arab, you really
a motherfucker head, he dead on the dime
I carve a muh'fucker up like Geppetto with knives
That's the magic of the Persian and Arab design
That's the marriage
I travel underground like the Goonies with a bag full of uzis
Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies
My banger's on the waist, I never
Victor)religion can do that one,get more people on your side,study
the subjects religion, culture, clear its mind, in fact , you know
what, you can exchange
Arab
They searched me with their weapons drawn
This is really ill though, triple G Canelo
When the buzzer beats, you missin' threes
Carmelo
We body
From her youth to her middle age
And that was all so I could
Study right and live okay
When it was Cookham Wood and Littlehey
I know my mum she didn't
soul like a vietnam hit
The whitehouse be the projects
We study all that evil dialect
Dead sea scrolls of a prophet
With the mindstate we movin
the Darkman]
Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones
Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones
Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action
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