Lyrics:
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro
tell it by my posture
Money cars clothes gold hoes
Is it all that matters
I suppose
Well that ain’t really it for me
This is my love symphony
Yeah yeah
I cock back at bust in the air
Give me space beats with plenty bass drink my hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
And so the third celestial sphere in proximity to the sun entered a new millennium
6 billion souls inhabiting 266 nations. Their resentment
his town, or perhaps strange men who came from another world, another dimension?
As i was told by our forthfathers... corpses were found skinless,
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
an indigenous motherfucker from a third world
Take to me, how you carry me
Take to me, how you say to me
Take to me, how you get up late and sing
Cause I sing
mind of mine
Let this world know I'm alive
I live
Live my third eye lives to spy
The same guy that watches me
I watch him
Type
Midnight
Blood
We live in
keepin what seven ate in my hand
I keep a rack in my wallet to keep it on brand
Ain't you heard? I got the world on my payroll, payphone
Ain't droppin
the new millennium we killin' them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin' em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin' them
We
Welcome to my world please enjoy the excitement
No fighting crime leads to indictments
White lightning beats bang while we're writing
Uniting
the third millennium. He is open to the novelty of the era and is not heavily burdened with the established literary opinions and preferences. This poet is
heard the third bell, this time it's a gong
Holy sight, perfect pitch, now I'm cast in bronze
Took a hitch to the gate, by resonating a bridge from
millennium, the platform will drop
Evidence, Iriscience, Babu, the world gets shocked!
Haha! Yeah!
We sendin' this out to every obstacle that made us
The third world's fertile soil
Becomes a desert wasteland
So it takes bands to, demand the
Government provide answers
When Lady Liberty has me
Bewitched like
the heavyweight champion of the world
And the expectant father of sixteen children
By thirteen different women
I was in a fishing village in coastal Spain
It
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
of the millennium world, better than ever
From rain, rot, and rust feel the change in the weather
I found out what it means to live your life better
She coming for
A world burnt down by reason
Human being irrational
Come with me love
We'll climb as high as we can see - up
Becoming all that we can be - what
we can't
a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, eat a fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for you Kramer
Marking me the maker if I
It’s close encounters of
A blurred mind
Vision from third eye precision
Digital prison of digits
Convert lines to glitches
Subvert minds submission
It's close encounters of
c blurred mind
Vision from third eye precision
Digital prison of digits
Convert lines to glitches
Subvert minds
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