Lyrics:
in the trees, stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast, waiting for command
His majesty's airship,
in the trees, stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast, waiting for command
His majesty's airship,
-- Spoken:
"This is a brand new song we'd like to do for you now. And, I wrote this
song sittin' sandin' the ol' main mast sittin' in
like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy
The sail strikes back
And the mast's in half
Now the ships all cracked
Never coming back
Lower deck, where I slept, should've seen it coming
I was blessed
I see a shape in the crowd
I turn to know where you are
& all around me the stench of high density housing
The stereo's listening to me
I'm
Digging it deeper it tangles that mess
Keeping us lower with every step
Sipping that tereré
Hella competitive
When I just let it in
Then I go off
Ok to be
problems that go with them
Reap the profit that reaps their lives and
Tell me that it's fine
Throw them out and call it relocation
Lower-income-housing
you knew no better
Knew no better than you know now
Wistful praise to your most high
Genuflect on necks for your piece of the pie
(Lower) No more
You can steady toughen the law;
They'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores
Tuck in your jaw
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower
Sinus
Remember windows just browsing
On top of each public housing
Feeling lower then crouching
In da hood the devil scouting
When I almost died
That feeling kicks
just go handle my business
Low income housing and no tenants
Go to school no forgiveness
My surroundings man wanna limit me
We aint even know
on the housing projects
Then flaunt that lower class depression
Just like you flaunt the fact
That you can't feel for nothing
18 years trying to get it right
A bag to every hustler in public housing
All these fuckin' pounds and I
Would never touch a falcon
Call up my battalion tell 'em that
I got them brussel
the last of frontiers.
Lower the flags,
Down to half-mast,
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse.
He's done, he is dead.
Six feet
Strike the match
Flame-on motherfuckers
My gun, I aim lower
My words is a flame thrower
Watch me end y'all with something,
That'll make your
these raps no cap I'm peelin
Outty 5000
Y'all my sons and i got Munchausen
And they'll never find you cos i got
Much housing
And acres by thousand now
they've defaced our murals and buried the lower caste in debt.
perfidious politicians manipulate with no regard for life.
and stymie the competition, their
to get him some sh*t primu
Northside Ghura housing, It be crowded
Lower and the middle class getting rowdy
The public school kid who bout the hip-hop now
Fried blowed hella baked
Eyes lower than section 8
George foreman a heavy weight
Tom ford with bathing ape
Shitin' the toilet my favorite place
No kidding
Is what it
Is
Everyone's evicted
Social housing
Local Market
How did it start
With changing the
Cut
From lower to
Mid
Mid to upper
Trying to rid
Off
that city housing, that project living, them ghetto streets where we grow
Where metal speaking, them petals leaving, the settled season be snow
That
it takes is one sad car breakdown
All it takes is one forgotten bill right now
Rent getting high and I'm lower than the ground
My mind taking me places
"This just in, housing is now officially unaffordable"
"New names dropped from Epstein's list today"
"Kat Williams calls out Illuminati"
"US
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