Lyrics:
the memospheric therapy (woah-woah, woo)
Yeah, I'm in it (ah-ah-ah), something here is off
Nothing's really helpin' dawg, I'm screamin', "Motherfuck the law
on again
I ain't seen one good lynchin' in years
The land of the boll weevil
Where the laws are medieval
Is callin' me to come and nevermore roam
I
the practice (needed)
Foot on my throat 'til my world is collapsin' (damn)
But this what I chose, it's the law of attraction, yeah (attraction)
(And
practice pecking all day long to some old radio song
(Oh, yes, I peck, oh, yes)
Now you better listen to your pa
And someday practice upon the law
distance
Medieval class system
It’s a Fucked up existence
Fuck you but God Save the Queen
Fuck you this ain’t no land of the free
Covid-19
I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions
We been all in the Hollywood Hills, and never been acting
Detroit gave me an accent
of Michael
Steady blowing up my head, blowing up my head
Put it on your wall
Put me in the school book, put me in the laws
Put me in a descant in the Synagogue
Yeah
If you try to fuck it up again
Destiny will choose you in the end
If you don't make the choice
And you don't use your voice
Someone else
And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I'm a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
hire
Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame,
The fees, the glory
For whoring in the practice of the law
I make my case stop and stutter
Soul comes
for hire
Speaking for myself I wouldn't take the fame,
The fees, the glory
For whoring in the practice of the law
I make my case stop and stutter
a problem
We've got a problem child
I don't gamble like I used to
Got nothing left to spare
You practice deep breathing
But I don't come up for air
I
different from yours (that's right)
It's the law for me to get in your drawers
I run the city of course, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me,
different from yours (that's right)
It's the law for me to get in your drawers
I run the city of course, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me,
sore
Her anatomy is God's temple
And it's quite simple
Her castle is 'bout to be destroyed
She's always paranoid
Watching the law inside the streets
Go, woah, woah, go (Bitch)
Woah, go (yeah) , go
You ain’t got a million then don’t mention it
You ain’t got a million then don’t mention it
You ain’t
Ain't been left alone
I've been ridiculed
If only you had known
The fact that she was wrong
What you practice you don't preach
Ironic, it's the law
in class, I'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Living practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
So wear it if
in class, I'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Living practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
So wear it if
and yo it's givin me a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me
And we didn't even fuck
I
tactics
Just to practice
The minds eye basics
Law of attraction
Strength i numbers
Ooo
Strength in numbers (x2)
Ahh
FUUUUCK
Strength in numbers (till
Enter this sick world...
Welcome to the age of a new Dark Medieval Times
Clouds are descending above infected minds
In the swamp of mental
We make new arms,
Teach kids to fight,
View war as art,
Do great harm with great delight.
We still live by brute medieval laws,
Get rid of our rivals
its lessons and strategies, my practice took flight
In the game of law, I've reached new heights
To those who wander, in search of a guide
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