Lyrics:
individuals to hate
We wouldn't shine or debate, we'd be sublime with our fate
And egos would be characteristics of apes
But it's here that we wait, living in
the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them
aiming at your head for a stack
Don't judge me, don't judge me
Now my home got a Valley peak
Don't judge me, if I press your line, you a freak
Don't
Downstate I was in the pits of hell
Seen ghost ghouls and witches outside my cell
What's worse they predicted like a fortune tell
Some old head said I'd live
boy
I won't be your farmer
I might be your father
Ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge trying to lock me up
Cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gonna
River let
Me get a blue bar
Over 30, 000 dead in the Mexican War
Let us bow our head give 'em respect
That's my flag boy, every
Tennesseee ain't got no
Judge ft Tech N9ne - Voices
Chorus x2
i hear these voices in my head
and they don't like you
these demons fly around bed
Telling me to take your
loose,
My legs was shakin' like a rubber goose
I'd never seen anything like this, not even in the war!
The Cyclone put the Vulture in an airplane spin
She rested her head upon my chest
Sensed liberation in between breaths
Wonder if sex is what she found it in
Peace, found it laying down with men
literally been fathering all of my children
I've been at the top, I've been close to rock bottom
I've been chilling in the dark but I never stopped watching
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
a thumb print
All I ever wanted was to turn nothing into something
Go 'head criticize and judge me all you want
I want all that smoke in my lungs
Set it off
(And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics)
Where's the war, where's the war? The war's right here
Where's the war, where's
Yours is watered down
I'm underground, with the vest is on
Open up your head, now your flesh is torn
Never turn my back up at restaurants
Put holes in
everything you thinks real's just in your head as a vision
And imagine, go ahead and envision
How to head a division by going ahead on the vision
Instead
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
guess I treat him like a nut
He choose to do a capoof the scald
Oops! My bad chief, you're half bald!
In a mirror he looked
Side to side his head shook
a crowd
They tried to beat me with a bat they bashed my mans head in
What type of shit is that how you protesting protestors
But i saw in they eyes they was
the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody
I left the South
And learned how different people's perceptions
Of the Southern Thing was from what I'd seen in
My life Which leads us to George
considerate dream go
Buried on a whim like the men with the darker skin
Brutally aware of my complexion where I’m walking in
Our cultures at war so more hate is
the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband when they shot the man
Who said, "Peace could last forever"?
And in my first memories, they shot
want to be the man
In your head like your favorite brand
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my
want to be the man
In your head like your favorite brand
In my head in my head in my head what
In my head in my head in my head what
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