Lyrics:
Motherfucker, fuck?Em to the end,
And when I run out,
I reloading and bucking again, some mo!
Nigga putting it down, worldwide
Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You
But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you (accost you)
Homicides up the wazoo
(Chain) chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than
you blow
Wen its all dat I know im devoted
And dey think im addicted to soda
Calling shots above the nation
It all started in a basement
Bando got
I'm just looking for freedom
Searching for hope
You pushed me to the edge
Now I'm hanging by ropes
You gotta let it go
الحريا ! لنا بحبس لآ أمل
every time, yeah
Always end up choosing who I'm taking alive
I'm basically another you
With everybody combined
And if you see me, you better know
That
Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
Maybe you should move to Boston"
But you get lost when you play like a punk
Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk
century love
TL got you messed up thinking love is unattainable
Same ones that be telling you the streets is cold is bae'ing up
And didn't you see, he was
the light covets you
(and it's telling me)
Destroy the end of a century
(time was on your side)
Fight, fight
You always do
To foil the end of a plan for you
I
UNCLE WALTER:
B-Benjamin Franklin... is...
Excuse me. Benjamin Franklin is... one of the most prolific inventors of the eighteenth century! Thank
the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English
'm a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate that bitch
You hate that bitch, well I hate that bitch
Will jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by
to gain?
From all this sadness and this pain
Whatever you said is passed now
Don't waste your time asking how
I've been bored for centuries
And I've got
of paradigm shift in the next century
Way less stereotypical than a typical magazine
I wonder if staring at that ass would make you made at me
Or would you see
they got guns, they got weed
Srg:
I said let em go
Cop:
Alright
You guys can go
Sorry... sorry about the mix up
You guys can go.
Century Robin Hood
I guess the politics are robbin' hoods
Fuck the Government 'cause you know that I would
'Cause the FBI is up to no good
Power
that I don't see you plotting against me
Got me from my ends, like a book think you're reading me
I'm fucking sick and tired of your crew trying me
1 percent of all killers are serial
Yet if you went by the news you should be shaking hysterical
Causing a medical team to come and inspect ya
Fearing
a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes
You sending me up bringing me down got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out baby why
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
The crowd goes silent now
Waiting for you
Where you at right now? Let me pull up and let's talk about it
I finally got some time alone, and I thought
sideways, five ways from Friday
No TGI, talk too much, you TMI
See my face? See my watch? Guess I got the time
Don't be tricked into a premise
Aw yeah - I
I'm an army of one I don't need no one else
I can make it pop by myself
Oh yeah what else
No cap got the winter shoulder
And look b I'm making it
I'm an army of one I don't need no one else
I can make it pop by myself
Oh yeah what else
No cap got the winter shoulder
And look b I'm making it
testin' my clique, I'm investin' my chips
In a tech that'll spit to your chest, gettin' ripped
If you don't got a vest, then it's death to you, bitch
I
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