Lyrics:
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
wit my son and my daughter
If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who
threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by
just smell the fake love in the air
Ik when ppl pretend like they care
The devil wanna try me run up if u dare
He don't want problems Ik that he scared
the girls, takin' out MCs
If ya try to disrespect me, I just say Please!
Here to command the hip-hop land
Kick it live with a box inside my hand
I'm
Knock Knock
Walter Reed
I just came on my steed
I got a letter for the president
And it's a noble deed
I hear he's spreading the virus
With lighting
Knock Knock
Walter Reed
I just came on my steed
I got a letter for the president
And it's a noble deed
I hear he's spreading the virus
With lighting
wanna live good
Go where the money be
You wanna feel good
Flow with the energy
You wanna pick
My style then bury me
Gonna need a plan
If you end up my
on this line need peace of mind you cant bring hate to me
Next thing to trout in my city and that's on Skyler nem
If you heard anything like this then I
Knowledge is power for a man
Who lives by the rules
People enjoy when they destroy
The ones dropping the jewels
I never fool myself
I know why they be
bye
Planted on a rich plot
Ready to reap
Willing to die MF
Its my main incentive
It's the only way to live
When I prove you wrong
It won't make
"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"
No, but i i'm
Probably the next Obama,
Smokin Marijuana,
Hotbox and turn it to a Sauna,
Why you niggaz wanna,
Talk shit like ratchet baby mamas,
Try'na start some
can)
And try to live your life with empathy
Try to look at the world
The way that others see
Just try not to be a douche
But if you say "Hey, I still am"
nothing rebellious defiant
Tell my ass no and I'm the first one to try it
If we ain't getting money treat you like a side bitch
I live where it's sunny
this instrumental
You ain't dealing with an amateur
I'm reading Walter Rodney How
Europe Underdeveloped Africa
That's the man to thank, high pray
Let's
it through
Stomach aching, bill paying
I just want to get to you
I just got to chase that big bag just to live this life
If you ain't trying, bag
see you bitch
There's no point in these illusions
I keep winning they keep losing
Hahaha It's so amusing
Sit back watch the time go by
Spit raps try
numb
And say, "Where did hip-hop get 'em from?"
Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu
from South Africa, Mr. Mandela you're the real one
Just like Jeffery Dahmer
Well if he liked girls
Put your hands though my curls
If you distance me too long I'll get insecure
And get stingy
But if you
are mad at me
Cause I live reality
I don’t base music off a salary
So you could never flatter me
If it’s not the moon, stars or the galaxy
That shit is
look bad
You must be signed by Funk
Volume with that marketing plan
I think you need to get a Shake
Weight like the legend Hopsin said (Ayy)
Axe to your
Lift me up to the almighty
Raise your hands and start acknowledging
If you're living it righteously
Then you take the easy way
Just, just, take,
Lift me up to the almighty
Raise your hands and start acknowledging
If you're living it righteously
Then you take the easy way
Just, just, take,
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