Lyrics:
Stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
rough between your girlies soft thighs
I'm swatting horse flies
That's access authorization denied
Plus my adult key doesn't work
In holes that wide
Hoes
Initializing simulation system
Simulation activated
Illegal intrusion detected
Access denied
Please try again
Target object does not exist
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gavel
This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
This is what it sounds like
When the teacher becomes the student
When the teacher becomes
and dehydration
His tongue began to swell
And weakened by His loss of blood
This Prophet, Teacher fell
When He did some blood splattered
On a man named
that we all Fightin In Peace to the Master Teacher NAAZIR RA With the knowledge of the ancients and the KABBALAH If you ever need a Soldier trained in
Yeah
I know people take my kindness for weakness
But that's ok
'Cause that's the same thing I did to my teachers
Spiritually connected and not
featuring The Fugees
WJ: Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers
was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches
was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause
I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches
choice
Greater access to your intuition that will support you for the rest of your life
(More than any 401k ever could)
Deeply soulful and connected
Yeah I feel better now I'm tapped in the process
I ain't have no access still ain't let that stop us
BELIEVERSONLY baby, I'm the captain of some
wrecked
My flows uncanny, pullin cannons
No mans left standing respects demand
Lets get it handed you leave this planet
The access granted
If you manage
featuring The Fugees
WJ: Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers
teachers
Say, I don't really care what these hoes say
Man nigga just want millions
Nigga, just want millions
Bruh know what I'm sayin'? I
Don't really give
to search for the mystics
Finder of lost souls, teacher of apostles, the mind's so colossal
A beautiful mind
A beautiful mind, a beautiful idea
One that
to search for the mystics
Finder of lost souls, teacher of apostles, the mind's so colossal
A beautiful mind
A beautiful mind, a beautiful idea
One that
the
Speakers getting they ass kicked
I mash shit, turn it down land to a casket
Kill the fucking game till
It's giving me access
Im an extreme with 16s
the teachers telling me
(sway)i was thinking will i live to 70
(sway) and if i die will the world remember me
(sway)whos my friends and whos my enemies
(sway)who
taxed job was a bag boy in a grocery store
That was four years ago, I worked in college, but
That doesn't count
Maybe my teachers were on to something
When
the night yeah they don't subside
And ain't nothing but real ones by my side
Make cash, make bags and we do up divide
Ah di teacher mi will be yuh guide
Gyal
is still is still in reach of access
God Told Elijah this the hardest of missions he ever gave
Raise the dead from the sleep in ashes
Lazarus shackled
to a OG he was like segregate
Give em access to our side than we'd make cake
Make that wish on your day
Had me starting to think yeah you crazy
Probably
a little more bearable
Thank you, it's too easy to feel like you don't matter at all
I'm grateful to the teachers at school who persevered
When I gave them
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