Lyrics:
And still like the dust, I'll rise.
Does my happiness upset you?
Why are you best with gloom cause I laugh,
Like I've got an oil well pumpin' in my
to ashes Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust Dust to dust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Love and lust, guns bust
No one's above us And since I'm us, I live my life
and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin
To my knowledge the father never taught frontin
Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard
But you're dissed by
Live from The King's Temple
It's the host with the most
Volume Two of "Stop Rapping: Pick Up A Broom"
You wack ass niggas!
Baby be perfect
Baby be
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
be another mugshot with cold still eyes (Sandra Bland)
Don't be another name on a sign
(Freddie Gray)
Don't be another reason we riot
(Rodney King
forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
a Tech9nine Skeme
Westside Gunna Butchered by Benny Freddie
Was a runna with Kung Fu Kenny
Organized Konfusion of a Freestyle Fellowship
Jedi Mind Tricks
best dust off
Crew got rejected, security checks
Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked
Fire escapist, save a quick rush job
Sneak in half my
I Remain unphotographed yea. I don't exaggerate my intelligence.I might turn a broom into a tree but I'll never be one of them.
I fly, cause there's
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
that roll with me, whats up?
One more puff, I wanna touch
I wanna touch, wanna feel you
Can't ride without you by my side
I guess it's something
Morning America can you hear my voice
It’s your unwanted child that didn’t have a choice
Of coming to America like Prince Akeem
You stole me to live Your
still love him so
I end each day the way I start out
Crying my heart out
Come on
Trying to live out my dreams
Live in limousines, chillin' with Love
King
Bout to be a riot, guns and fire, Somebody's dyin'
But it won't be us, covered in His blood, spillin' our guts
But even if it was, let our dust
don't play by no rules
June 15 my ma made a king
1993 when I came out the womb
Ever since then
I been doing my thing
I'ma be a legend
When I'm laying in
Tamir, Eric and Sandra
For Breonna, Alton, Freddie, Akai and Philando
Don’t you know kings and queens should be bowed down to
Don’t let them lie and tell
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
no cigarettes.
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Gets a eight by twelve four bit room
Well, I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
King
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
with my chest up
Messed up you thought when we linked that it wasn't a set up
If I bring the broom everything will get swept
Best not test luck go rest
gonna keep you alive, you live through, universal
Love and respect go out to Guru
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was
gonna keep you alive, you live through
Universal - love and respect go out to Guru
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
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