Lyrics:
Try to know what to expect out here
Fought every fight, what's left is the fight of death out here
Try to take my last breath, my air, had to check my
A working man can't get nowhere today
I paid my income tax
And the government gives back
But I got coming but it ain't much
I paid my child support
in my feelings
Codeine got me in my feelings
I'm high now
Gotta go, gotta roll by the projects
Drop the pack, feed the hood, livin' lawless
Tax
a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you
T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don't like guns
I talk love, but I don't got none
They talk charts, but they don't got one
You got a stage, then
borner on a New World Order
And a nigga fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shit
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't
revolutionary acts
Yo, Hav you shift the tracks, i'll find the facts
now we got illuminati all on our backs
check and see if we do crimes or pay tax
Don't nobody move
And I mean biz
One dumb hero
Tried to step
I pulled out my mic
I rhymed him to death
Other emcees wouldn't
Put me on
So I took over
Now
burner
I really wanna be a top earner
Tax bracket out in Calabasas
This is everything a n***a practiced
Make room in the top five
Only twenty-one but I'm
of the neighbourhood
And you would think He'd try to prove 'em wrong
But Christ He suffered like I said, stuck up on the death cross
He said that they just made
Telling ya
Tax time, ain't nothing but a mess
Paying Uncle Sam more an' I'm getting less
The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich
An' I'm right here
revolutionary acts
Yo, Hav you shift the tracks, i'll find the facts
now we got illuminati all on our backs
check and see if we do crimes or pay tax
kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
Personally I existed when Earth
The insane paragraphs of payin the tax
Shoot on keep a griz 20 for a bag of bugga
You know my style
I gets buck-motherfucking-wild
Rock a cop and put a bitch
remember)
You know we doing it again (yeah, yeah)
Back at it open a door for me while I
Go into another tax bracket
See you clown like I'm laying
Up in
ago
In Boston Harbour I saw brave men
And I watched with youthful pride
When they scattered the tea in
A tax laden sea to a dark and an angry tide
I
killing or you dying, and these are the lions
You fight for your freedom, either you're the truth or you lying, this is Death Defying
It's the gladiator,
Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot
Now they run the country
Drug smugglin' with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
All of this,
of the neighbourhood
And you would think He'd try to prove 'em wrong
But Christ He suffered like I said, stuck up on the death cross
He said that they just made
wars
Sweatin’ blood for the tax just to live on planet Earth
Welcome to the L it's peak in these boroughs
Police run among us discreet in deep cover
tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em
shall inherit the Earth
The weak shall inherit the dirt
You each should have perished at birth
Still born or aborted
Every street tax gotta come with
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