Lyrics:
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
the hourglass wouldn't let me
Every grain and every second
Passes by without hesitancy
It's filling up with quicksand
I'm stuck nobody to help me
Time don't slow
a second, we'll do it again
Counting by 10's
Is like having lots of money to spend
10, 20, 30, 40
50, 60 ,70, 80
90, 100
7, 17, 27, 37
47, 57, 67
77, 87, 97,
the pick, the Lee suit, and the afro.
Now from the flair jeans on 169th and College.
Watching the dude lean on one-seven-o
With a Kangol 'cross America,
I
like
Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second
Make dirt, day Heaven
I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder
Spray seven at your back
gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's
Lotus 7s
Through the London streets one day
Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back some day
To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust
bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
I progress then
Air-raid sirens sound
Extreme light never seen before
The huge fireball
Ten thousand degrees
A mushroom cloud
Arose in the sky
Seven seconds in hell
Might come back home with a broken wing and a 10,000 yard stare
Twenty years go by like pages from a calendar blowing in the wind
Under highway signs
me carried away
I never needed a calendar to remind me to spoil you
And make you happy every second I adore you cause every day is a holiday
I can
dey feel pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes
Because Odogwu no be nickname
They say, "Who be this pesin? ", I told them I'm Big 7
Put am for
Line by line then bit by bit
This move like light but I can't quit
Tryna find the right path, game such a trip
Guided by if I can make another flip
The Promise of a New Beginning
Billions of years ago, by the count of your human calendar, my body came into being through a symphony of love
ya, wantin to kiss on ya
Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun
You thirty-seven
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
return for the second bout (C'mon)
And let the beautiful girls just knock me out (Don't you)
In, out, shake it all about
It won't last forever, let it
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
Or just post up by the Hollywood sign
We throwin' BBQ so life a grill
All my dawgs invited so y'all come on a chill
You at the beach or at the park
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The planet Earth is dying
Stand by for twenty seconds
Roger
Welcome to manned space exploration
Roger
the naval
Seven bitches with me and I'm 'bout to give 'em anal
Yes I love my freedom 'cause I'm able
The way things is looking I'ma see central booking
Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance
You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by
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