Lyrics:
on factory farming
No you get cut off before you suicide the whole squadron
Katana kamikaze watch you bomb like martyrdom
Don't need to prove your smarter
reach (Want it then it's in my reach)
This is my acceptance speech (This is my acceptance speech)
Cuz if I want it then it's my reach
This is my
bigga dan cigar inna cuba factory
Half ounce one ounce qp hp (Weight)
Is a shopping spree delivery wid di shipping free (Haha)
Caan cetch me mi head gone
Yeah you know
October
Oh, I
Bless, and you'll be respected
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance
for details
Acceptance of gore required comfortable with entrails
Don't judge, we just need muscle
Come for the musty smell, stay so you use your shovel
i'm gonna go
Ahead, drop some bombs for you
98 percentile IQ test, i had a
75 percentile of all human beings when
It was counting eight numbers
(Your line)
Now I'm just getting so blind (So blind)
Looking for guidance (Guidance)
While I dream of acceptance (Acceptance)
Why she always got to test
the factory n***a
All of my straps be so aftermarket I'm shooting a casket at n***as
Get demolished
You getting disfigured
Cut em off
Now you getting
The pain this world gives us, together we will pull
Show love and acceptance is the only fucking goal
We are, we are lone wolves
I'm a lone wolf, when you
of day.
I'm gonna make sure you're OK.
Me buck up up pon a hot gal factory me know me haffi win.
See the gal dem a rock, see the gal them a swing.
So
We living and learning that school is a scam
That's setting us up for that factory camp
Sound like a jail making that minimum fair
And These rich's be
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
to find an open store
Rain is burning on the forest floor
And the red tide kisses the shore
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Stay out
Yeah it’s J G
You could even call me Mr. Freshly
Make sure that you come at me correctly
Don’t know why these people tryna test me (They can’t test
Them mean mi naan voice fi Russian, yeah
Yo Tarik you hear the pussy them?
Me and the toll alone a lock the road
Lyrics by the factory load
Who
Got a plan to devise, too much error and trial seems I can't get it right
Like I'm far the light, but the stress is a test, so I can't second guess
expect it
They be crashing out for niggas
For fake love and acceptance
Got to get it no exceptions
I'm learning from my lessons
Brother always keep a ahhh
beaten down because he was out of luck
In the lottery of acceptance in the school of growing up
Saw a bunch of convicts doing time inside a cage
Got
get back together again
Leaving Europe after the rain
Acceptance of neo-fascist
Persecuting anarchists
Put the wrong ones on the list
Let the new
bread sara lee factory
Cocaena on the scene 30's perkies and the lean
Plus my weed got no seeds im out here grinding
Stack that bread stack that bread
to find an open store
Rain is burning on the forest floor
And the red tide kisses the shore
This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Stay out
watch skat
Straight from the factory, and test drive it at the track
Back streets, interstates, at yo door making noise
What change is the ride I'm in,
test
Happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
Keep the world turning, turning
Oh I believe that, happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
Keep us all
test tube baby!
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
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