Lyrics:
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
But I can rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
Give the mic, show me where the fuckin' studios at
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
all in one
(Mya Hall, Eric Harris, Michael Noel, Dominick Hutchinson, Willie McCoy, Miles Hall)
I want freedom for all not some yes I wanna live in
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
How I was born
Not how we living
For cops I'm easy Pickens
So please tell M.E. again how many
How many
How many
Eric Garner-John Crawford III-Michael
all heal
Dante Parker: Five kids.. he was a father
They Tased him to death
Now his kids lives are much harder
I’m sorry Eric Gardner. I promise we ain’t
where I was when I was 20,
crashing through salal alone and mumbling,
one moment thinking I'm wise
and in the next one I writhe,
trying to re-remind
of the war, where my enemy at?
I'm running this bitch
Like Eric Bieniemy back
'Cause every time I hit a track
I'm like an energy pack
The instruments are crying
say it with me
Build a legacy, oyoki Legacy?
Vaseline on my lips
Kissed by luck
Got stuck in a motion, put a dot
Where the was a comma, I got muck
I did
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
shampooed my hair
Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast, let's move along
Kitchen
the Bronx where the people are fresh. Was born a funky drummer who had to pass a test. Now he's on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
’ve found my place
A galaxy of dreams where nothing’s the same
Through the flashing lights and the ceaseless beat
I’ll never look back not for one moment
live
Came up in this world by yourself, you gon' leave that way for real
Timing waits on nobody you gotta be in blitz
Nobody gone give you nothing so
But my love her was like a weakness no one could ever understand
Sometimes I don't understand how days blow by just like the wind
I mean
Today we have
the darkness.
I hope that I’m wrong, that you didn’t depart us.
I don’t think you did, cuz late that night at home.
Mom was at the table, in the corner by
the fuck? we accustomed to building
In cities where children growing up faster than Hutchinson-Gilford
Come fuck with the illest or catch a slug in your tibia
be runnin’ with
That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side
Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost slapped his
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
'D-LOVE-TO-SUCK-A-DICK
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
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