Lyrics:
to make it in this rap
Just so they can't take it back like
Yea oh well imagine
Just imagine the trauma from gunshots sent to kill
Pray they miss us by
of y'all?
You local retard, I'm the king of the world
So the king of your city by default
Niggas pullin' out cash in wads
My pants kinda tight, only fit,
Sinner man looking for a place to run
Tell the truth in tongues’
Enemy reduced by one's
Thousands 2 can put 10, 000 in flight
Speak truth to power every 24
invest it back again
When I met my first friend, I was besting, I still am
But a man, not a kid, so let's get in this path ahead
Yeah
Btw I made this beat
gardez votre énergie
J’entends les murmures des séraphins la nuit
I’ve just landed in Portugal, Lisbon
Quite a long staying, Big meat T-Bone
Good life, big
I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot (boom!)
SEVIS Records Presents
The Alien Chronicles presented by Breal
Coming to you live from not America
Welcome to my world I am what they call an alien
the common man
But it's commonly acknowledged as such
By the bloated fortune they have
They're not admired
They're respected as smart
And at least smart
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.
cannot fuck with the other side
Them man their rats their so splinter
Me im a ninja like rafael
The trap got too hot need new clientel
Got my bros back
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
horoscope
I'm starting to doubt that you the right one
What are you lying for? Your bull shat all
Over the maze, half man so minotaur
Trace leads back
on a tightrope
I watch time pass by in the sky
Bro birds eye view got a eye full of them
Man tower above this is my world
These grey clouds going where I go
Don’t
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
inside a graveyard
Can't wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
Yeah, you feelin'
secretary
By 1963 Jackie had lost 3 children
So she was not a stranger to sorrow
But the pain that she endured
She could have never prepared for
She held him
In a teenage wasteland stupor
Man I was nearly halfway home
Stopped by a super Jersey state trooper
I was still feelin' halfway stoned
I put my
on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom
on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom
Haha, yeah
Proud American (Whooo) , yeah, yeah
Haha, Patriots, yeah!
Patriots stand up! Gang!
Oh, say (Oh, say) can you see (Can you see)
By
[Nas]
I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
Mr.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I'm just a black man why why'all made it so hard damn
Niggaz gotta go create their own job
Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard
Well... ohh
Dang it, gosh darn, it's gonna be a bag salad
American, United, and that Delta flight from Siam
They're mixing 'em like veggies since
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
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