Lyrics:
dimension (yes)
Witness my ascension to the Heavens, right
Like Christ on the third day
I'm nice with the wordplay
Master of all that I survey (come on)
Gentrify your own hood
Before these people do it
Claim eminent domain and have
Your people movin’
That’s a small glimpse into
What Nipsey was doing
and went mad
thus their emperors threw away their silky gloves.
Yelling fills the catacombs deep beneath earth's face
mother of all, do return and and free
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
Hold your head up
Lift the top of your mind
Put your eyes on the Earth
Lift your heart to your own home planet
What do you see?
What is your
Where survival is a must
People delay every virus
Life expectancy jumps a hundred plus
A shaky Satan trembles at the sight of his misfortune
Knowing
of what will be
Scions of the Devonian sea
Aeons pass
Writing the tale of us all
A day-to-day new opening
For the greatest show on Earth
We are here
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
here upon the land
And the earth that moves beneath us, we don't understand
So we rush towards the Judgment Day, when She reclaims
A toast
with the flavor, the party people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you’re soon to discover
Yo, that’s
of whom shall I be afraid
one thing I ask the lord
and one thing do I seek
that I may dwell in his presence
and gaze at his beauty
Lord how glorious
piece of advice
You should ignore all these people, live you life 'cause they'll pay the price
And if you wanna be happy, do not dwell in the past
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food
goin' nowhere
And we avoid the question, is this all that it means?
Oh, if a man tried to take his time on earth
And prove before he died
What one man's
‘white’ -the
Suburb voice come through and it’s times
You’ll hear some of that Chicago come through
I’m influenced by all those things
I lived in China
fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all
thrill, we do what we feel
Any time or place, on stage in ya face
Over tea in Earth and outer space
Because we rock that shit, we flip that shit
Some
Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?
And I'm just lookin' at it all
I'll be right here in Los Angeles
Lookin' like a villain
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
And the fullness thereof
For everything
Everything that I have
For everything
It all belongs to you Jesus
In heaven and on earth is yours
For everything, everything
that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best
all the Puerto Ricans and Blacks
So they can never relax (woo)
I dwell, might as well learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up
Gentrify your own hood before
These people do it
Claim eminent domain and have
Your people move in
That’s a small glimpse into
What Nipsey was doing
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