Lyrics:
They asked me why I even try
Why I even strive
Why I think that verses are a chance to be reprised
Because I listen to a wise man right before I
was beaten so bad
That you would think
He got touched by all the members of the UFC
I got closer
His body was shakin' bad though
My peripheral saw
pictures
See I'm insane in the brain, I got no shame twisted
Y'all niggaz gone listen when the pain kicks in, Reaper out
Straight outta killer Queens
Take ya
a crowd
Your comfort is in numbers
A council to the crown
You’re broken by your wonders
Mary goes around
But does she ever stumble
Welcome to the house
with funky bass-string plucks
And Talbott will keep it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks
The Five Fingers of Funk as prescribed by Dr. T.
Pete
i thats what i keep asking myself as the years go by — and will i ever know nobody knows
But this is my effort — and let it go to show
That
admitting truth
Send these humans straight into convulsions
Listen to the truth in my emotion
Lost as a people, living without devotion
My name is TOMI
I'm
and listen
Learn quickly, never practice pacifism
Strap into a Javelin
You got a vast selection
Gonna have to pick one
Blast off into a cataclysm
Our planet is
Is it just another beat, just another beat
The truth in on the streets, listen to it breathe
Can’t be just another beat, just another beat
The truth is
congregate, they shrimp. Anyone not in on the secret, or just passing by, would think that shrimping consisted of a person lying on the ground and writhing,
The ripper will not allow
You to get with Mr. Swift or Rift
Listen to my gears shift
I'm blasting, I'm blasting
Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
So I gotta bring the heat that make Biggie and Pac listen
Besides I ain't getting no younger
Time to carry on tradition while fate keeps hitting my
inspired by Samaritans
Sometimes I write slow
Sometimes I write quick shit
Despite the LA life I
Never clutched a biscuit so listen up
Still lethal fuck
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
to God
'Cause we just did it all and the shit's too different
When I put on a show, now they wanna listen
I don't know, on my life
I don't know, on my
say misery loves company
So every other psychopath come to me now
I know just how it feels to be out by yourself
When you feel so hollow, got you
blueprints for survival
Pop this CD in your deck let guy who's speaking guide you
Excuse me if I surprised you/ and my flow just flew right by you
Shit, I
wasting my time
I'm checking the clock, like when will it stop?
I'm up at the top
High as the clouds and I will not drop
See these niggas out here out with
soft true I repped Izzy, hmm
By 2002 when I left Ashfield
The whole jail knew bout my boroughit was that real
I taught most of these robber yoots about
The ripper will not allow
You to get with Mr. Swift or Rift,
Listen to my gears shift
I'm blasting, I'm blasting
Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm
Open up your eyes because it's a long way down.
Wake up and turn this hatred around.
Racial insanity, trafficking of slaves.
These crimes you will
her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death
change that/
Not a single person fucking change rap it will take an army just to take back what is ours/
Olympus has fallen wrath of the Titans is
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