Lyrics:
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know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
of white nationalists with their
Own needs and wants that can easily be met
In the largest sense
By powerful corporations
But they also want all
Americans
ain't tryna grow
Soak up the sun I don't need Sheryl Crow
Haters be throwing me shade
No room for your ass at my table go pick up you plate
Slowing me
wish they drool
Don't touch me i'll drop you fool, on the mic i flex my tool
Making money from my room, doing what i love to do
Hate on me that's quite
love me temporary love
I just pick and roll these hoes
I don't even know these hoes
I cut 'em first cut 'em deep I fuckin' Sheryl Crow these hoes
Got all my haters eating Sheryl Crow
Lifelong bro’s’ll you treat u like someone
They barely know
& Friends ain’t nothing but the
Potential foes that
the lively
Study me, ask me, no answer
I'm cuttin' your neck first chance sir
[Violent J]
White walls, white floor, small rooms
After sedatives, they become
history
A magazine, a butcherdream
A white house on the hill
I’m staying at the Thompson Hotel
Just burning spoons and going
Floor to floor and
Room
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of manipulating sounds and creating new music, sound effects, mixes and other creative sounds and beats
Typically by using two or more turntables and a cross
lived under the system, you now know as Jim crow
Where oppressive Black Codes and state laws created by those brutes
Trapped us in the burning hell
the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, connected by the feet
So there's room to reach, we transform the beat
With the ill
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
I'm tougher
Cuz I'm not ripe yet
I got a lot of room to grow
So you better place the right bet
Cuz if I sound this good right now
Then I'll be flier
motherfuckin' people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I
my kind of living
White beans, collar greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplings
Well, I get up every morning when the rooster crows
I stay out some
granted
Not knowing why I smack you when you say all lives matter
Ayo white folks yeah I’m talking to you
White folks looking uncomfortable in the room
Ayo
The sky that knows my name
It gave me away
The magnolia moon
Like an eggshell, a white bell
To lighten my cold room
So let me sleep where I live
With
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
flight giant fallin' fallin' home
Blind eye to the mirror hidden in the smoke
to the mirror hidden in the wow
Side eye to the killer crow
Cheek turned
room tonight
I don't always do the right thing and I ask you to forgive me
'Cause I need you here wit me, without you in my life, it's empty
I think
This crack head's tiny fingers
Accusing you of what he'll do
White fascists in the White House
More beetroot in your Russian stew
Blinds roll
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
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