Lyrics:
the sight, with the black fist up,
Devils last wishes is a queen who rise pass bytches,
We used to read Francis Crest or anything
But third world press
what, don't stop on the thirty-third floor
If you press open and step onto the thirty-third floor
You'll be violating a home
You'll be violating a family
Office anyplace in the free
World must make obeisance to God
Or risk immediate opprobrium our
Press accurately reflects the religious
Nature of our society
the third room
Press one
Press two
This is the third room
Press three
Press one
This is the third room
Press two
Press three
This is the third room
and Wesson
The streets' cold but the worlds' Zero
Sub temperature, my perspective
Thin line between villains heroes
Brick and mortar, what's really important
Yea, you know what it is Mayne
H-Star coming thru
Don't catch yourself sleeping on me,
Playing dumb you ignorant fuck
Third Coast born so I'm
Yah, we want control of the press, control of the press Yah
Free Press, full-court press
Since kicking Cortez I was never wearing a dress
Press
whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics
it’s the blunt full of purp, it’s just me & my girl
A crate full of gems is our escape from the world
Press play getaway 33 and a third
Boost mobile phone, yeah, chirp that
(This for the hood! This for the ghetto!
This for all the niggas gettin' that money)
Third world soldier
(That
Beautiful third world girl
You live inside my heart
Right from the start
I knew that love was true
When I look into your eyes
There like the stars
of the day, as far as I can tell
We're a third world country with a Gucci belt
I'd rather work hard crushing goals feelin' swell
So I can sit back crack
Women and some men are the third class
And
We, the third class, change the world today!
Women and some men are the third class
And
We, the third
Bitch, I'm from the third world!
Listen
Listen
B-Bitch, I'm from the third world, we ain't seen a milli
So, I'm gon' need that money for me and my
on some third-eye shit
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your
Walking to the door
Going out you get the third degree
And comin' in you get the third world war
Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
Walking to the door
Going out you get the third degree
And comin' in you get the third world war
Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
a workhorse
Now I got a corner office on the third floor
Everything I want right I could press pause on my whole life
I don't go outside but I do see
good to me, I've been praying for my foes
It's the start of a new day, let's go with the O
That's the only way for you to go
Press in, if you really want
ninety-nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine
Chicks, cars and the third world war
Chicks, cars and the third world war
Chicks, cars and the third world war
Know fi wul mi own mi have eh world effect
Weed yah weh mi light is like a turbo jet
See dem from a mile and dem nuh turn up yet
Eyes deh pan
the press
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him
time to take it slow, pack some things because it's time to go
It's time to go
Zen surfing in the third world
Spend some time, spend some time
In
scared of me
Scared
That some third world problems you ain't know
You ain't know
That some third world problems you ain't know
You ain't know
That some
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