Lyrics:
Wait!
Stay!
Why
Am I levitating?
Wait!
Stay!
Why?
Bye world bye
I can't feel my hands my brain is shaking
Wings on fire, the dark moon hype is
class
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told ya'll, but I told ya'll
(Noel Hills)
Yeah
Know it's purely 'cause it's written
If I'm not plottin', then I'm makin' critical decisions
Under no conditions will I ever seem
Top of my class, you a lame
Just to put it tame
Straight black hair, with the bangs
Bet yo man amazed wait
You a three star problem
That ain't worth
bring no beef up to us cause that shit hard to settle
Bitch we hard as Metal
Souljas in the streets, In that room it aint hard to Tell 'em
Civil Regime's
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthafucking party out
Said, Doc what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
heard me while I cursed the
white minority regime, painted an ill scene
Brothers and sisters over there dyin
Mandela in a cell in Robin Island
Thank God
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthafucking party out
Said, Doc what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
powerless authority
I'll bring superiority
Now is the time
To pay for your crimes
Conditions are prime
To rise in the fall of this failing regime
So rise in
The list never ending like Christmas
The ends taught me why I should keep my distance
Spuds filled with tension, it's like they're only happy with conditions
the time I was a teen, Operated the machine
Wasn't feelin the regime, resignated from the team
Started early, meeting goals for my dreams
A lot of potholes
tried to fight with my own capacity
Kids in my class, always kept harassing me
Never let me breathe and second guessed my nationalities
Feeling blue with
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
give a damn
What they're thinking who I am
How they look to start a class war
But that ain't what I stand for
First things first imma fucking wordsmith
Pull up in a dumpster fire with nine uncles
I’m the bad bitch that come from Sri Lanka
Perehera mask with the devil entendre.
Monsoon rain witha
Pull up in a dumpster fire with nine uncles
I'm the bad bitch that come from Sri Lanka
Perehera mask with the devil entendre.
Monsoon rain witha
pull it
I encrypt each word with fire from the depths of hell
To remind myself of where I refuse to stoop to
From the little kid who never left the stoop
Yuk up in this mf
Keltic
Regime Life
Zilla
I spit hot fire like Dylan
You could Mobb Deep
And I'm still beefing like Saigon
The icon
Cooler than LL
new?
Fake streams, A-Team
Fuck y’all; my new regime
So fuck do you mean
You fuckin with me
Aye
The fuck do you mean
You fuckin with me
The fuck do you
You protect the regime
I reflect on the question & dream
You resign to accept the routine
Gone are the days that we all slaved over rhymes for
to the systems they inflict upon our homes.
the fires consumed us, accruing insurance for their banks.
their insipid espresso bars, the waterfront urbanized
the apple was fony
Holy mother of God
The book of Jebediah’s dead
Don’t burn to hell in fire
Shit the “Z” regime told me it was supposed to be surprise
Wave
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