Lyrics:
the time for all the politics
I know what you mean I was only being honest
I be smokin' on that loud like I ain't got no fuckin' silencer
Gotta keep it real
Hey mama, I get nostalgia
Every time I'm by the phone I gotta call ya
And I accept when you hit decline, I'm protecting your heart and mine
Monster
I'm riding sitting back thinking about better days
I'm talking about crossing the street without looking both ways
The way the world is you'd think
'd call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Cause pay checks are coming up
an electric feel
By Flaneuring through the city
Seeing changes and expressing society through music
I'm also known as both Icarus and Sisyphus in this chapter
Has the luck of green struck by? Is there a pot of gold?
I can prolly ask God, He be like “I don't know”
We haven't talked for some years
Guidance
in the shower every night thinking I could drown
Anything would be better than this, I'd even go straight down
My heart scratched, cut, destroyed by
your sight!
I’ll show the Way and limits of your might!
The energy is flowing by your side!
Just scoop it with your whole being! I
Will show you how
The bitterness and apathy
Replaced by curiosity
And changed into a major key
Now we all sing along
Was it all in my head?
The monsters under my bed
Can they tell
enough to start fights with giants
And all these mother fuckin' monsters
I'ma ghost yet somehow I'm always haunted
By the shadow of a future others say is
(Kervorkian, kervorkian)
Now I need a place to hide away
Are you ready, are you ready
Whose the real Doc's of Death?
Oh no it's Doctor Death!
Whose the real
a burnin' ache
Something you feel the need to spread like foxy women’s legs
These stuffs are popping out ya mouth like when you know it by heart
1, 2, Bam!
ass for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
Tired
being humble
Crossing over like I’m Irving, Swerving
In an out thems lanes
We are not the same Ali's perfect
Sorry that’s my conscious talking in 3rd
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
remember
People being like, "well
How do you categorize your music?" Or, like
"what genre are you?" 'Cause I would
Come out with a
Fucking club banger
sayin' nothin'
Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
MC's today are too pretty what a pity
I represent the city where it's gritty
And grimy I'm furious
By virtue of being real we been written off
By an Industry
Very few are making a living off
Who cares though? I got the mental of a winner
Swimming
blessed with sentience?
Always being afraid of death, will be the real death of us
When I was in 7th grade, I destroyed a computer my parents bought me
I
by nature I am outdated
Fucken bad graphics
I still got dreams of being on Fallon
I am an addict to all this rapping
You are an addict to all
He approached me with a strong smell of alcohol
Like a rotten monster
Treated me like I was unconscious
Sucked my cheeks, my body as a hunter
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