Lyrics:
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(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x3*
Verse 2: Chuck D
Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin sure
after three
Downtown, what do you mean by, "Let's frug"?
You don't come home till 4 AM cause you're roaming
In the streets somewhere, downtown.
We
strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel a little too lucid
You see, way befour rap, I would ponder translucence
And only take
fighting for my cause with another twenty-four
I been, hold on
Look
Okay, midnight strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel
graduation smile
And now before I knew it baby girl was walking down the aisle
And I wonder how the years flew by
Time moves quickly, time moves on
Catch
When I was six I didn't think I'd ever see
Twenty-three
Now I'd give anything just to recall anything from
Twenty-three
By the time I'm thirty I
She's got another fantasy
She lives in flat number twenty three
Picked first prize for carnival queen
And now she takes her clothes off
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me
Never lead your single life astray or into bad company
As I myself have done, being all in
I grabbed my things and rode to your place
I knew you'd be there, four twenty three
On your porch swing talking with me
And I'm thinking, "What am
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
we pay three bucks or more
Maybe get a shirt that another man wore
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Well, I used to trade with
always telling us
"You know, if you quit smoking now
Every cigarette takes three minutes off your life
If you quit now you can live an extra ten years
If
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Let's go
Yeah (ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
One, two, three, hello (whoa)
I won't never call back, if I hang up, I
a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothafuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky
brain on my thighs
New sounds on the PC making waves
E three hundred and twenty I was riding through the city
Right by your side, we was bumpin Sade
Don't
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
to live it
But that doesn't mean retirement
But I don't like who I am in this environment
I forgot what this art's for
I didn't get through Freshman
That I want to try
They are slipping away
Am I wasting my time?
Trying to get by
Working my whole life
So do I work to live
Or live to work?
I guess
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty-three for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see I'm
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
chocolate
Opportunity ba y3 na you just waste it
Mugu no anfa a
Nya abotere 3b3ba
3 am mission 3nkasa
Import duty buoden m'aboka
Still a by force line no b3
u can call me Bruce Wayne. ""Mmmh""
Fighting crime through the night.
Different man by the Day.
Man am just kidding,
Who am I to live a double life.
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