Lyrics:
well, it's alright
Cuz the lowest voice can still project the chant
Sour, sour, sour
Project the chant
Louder, louder, louder
Project the chant
Laughter,
governor
Nyesom Wike
I no dey see them like I'm Wike
Nyesom Wike
My voice dey worry them like Wike
Nyesom Wike
Mr Projects like I'm Wike
When I go shopping
I
Knight, we left it as brothers
As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal
Knight, we left it as brothers
As a child pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base
I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal
had us down for some years
It's the call of da wild nigga, uh, there it is
I hear voices in my head and they keep callin me
As I step, the stage is
To let y'all niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple
girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you
is dead!
The static voices fill your head,
A wicked project they've made of you,
To make them go, you must kill you!
In a place where thoughts,
the wrong hood
Everybody tote a weapon
Weapons drawn up in your face
Projects and the section 8
Caught up at the wrong time
In the wrong fucking place
And little did I care what you saw
Crew deep with a few heat
Now it's time we settle the score
But in the projects, I visit Muhammad
In linen garments
Amen?
But who am I?
With one brother in corrections and the other in a casket I am my mama's only child
I am the only child my father didn't raise
Pen
I wrote this project for anyone struggling with loving themselves
Any one caught in the throngs of heartbreak, addiction
Maybe you're caught in
from the
Arms of teen mothers
And child brides cry globally
Under the covers
Who don't have a voice on the magazine covers
They tell us, "Take cover"
But
when i break out
I won't ever be tamed again I'll never be the same child
I could never be a slave again
Then the voice spoke loud looks like i made
Lil' Erection, why your bitch tastin'
Yeah, this shit goes harder than child abuse
Yeah, I'm from the ghyms where the streets stay hot
Erection in
Bastard Child
This beat go fucking crazy
There's no way they can tame me
Drugs we're doing daily
It's what I call life saving
I'm Josh and Smitty's
[Jamie Madrox]
How I live
My michrophone is my outlet
To project my style and see how loud the crowd can get
No non-sense this is how you need to be
of a child
Let the good doctor do his job
He allows for changes
His pure research project
Makes the sound my mother makes
Professor what will I become
Simon
He's the father of all lies
He lies to you, tells you you aren't saved, but today you can know that you know that you are a child of God
If this is
a Paul Wall grill
They say I moved out the hood
I ain't keeping it real
So I took the projects
Put 'em on top of the hill i'm hungry
Still rap like I ain't
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
Uh! Man I never did no shit like this before man
I just keep hearin' this fuckin' voice in my head man
It's like it's good vs. evil really man
fear had become my go-to, where the Father of Heaven was actually supposed to be. I felt dead.
One day I woke up by a voice gently whispering to my
reach
My voice projects from New York in Manhattan down to Long Beach
I got a million voices in my head yea it's armies
I gotta filter through the ones
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