Lyrics:
[Jim Jones]
Uhh, okay, why'all know what this is
Jim Capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker
Drama King, drama game, bird caine
DipSet, Diplomat
soundalikes, it's sad
Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with is that industry dough
BMI,
man
You know? But sometimes man
Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth
Born to a family of four
hoes
Spray a donny widda flow man I Wet a nigga clothes
Man I wet a nigga clothes Lyrical drip
They wanna be me so they’re taking a sip
Sauceless dons,
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
that you don't know nothing
By the way you carry yourself you dumb fuck
I'm basked up and Jim Carrey myself
You better duck, bless screwed
You'll be
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
disobedience
My spirit man is grieving
And I know that you're seeing it
Nobody can hide from your sight
Not even a darkened mind
Can block out your light
This
disobedience
My spirit man is grieving
And I know that you're seeing it
Nobody can hide from your sight
Not even a darkened mind
Can block out your light
This
disobedience
My spirit man is grieving
And I know that you're seeing it
Nobody can hide from your sight
Not even a darkened mind
Can block out your light
This
disobedience
My spirit man is grieving
And I know that you're seeing it
Nobody can hide from your sight
Not even a darkened mind
Can block out your light
This
disobedience
My spirit man is grieving
And I know that you're seeing it
Nobody can hide from your sight
Not even a darkened mind
Can block out your light
This
the baggy
I be off in the caddie with
A freak that's off a addy
Tryin' fuck me to the beat is
Like the beat is off badly
Fleeing off to Cali
I'll be back in
this time I never understood
How an angel like you can stand by a man that's up to no good
Up to no good
You've seen me at my worst
Through the one
Ooh, I know that I'll regret this when I'm sober
But every shot I'm getting closer, getting closer
Is it true that 80 proof is the reason I'm with
believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack.. e..
[erick sermon]
Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane,
and backwards
I'm outtie with a *poof!*
(And ain't that shit the truth!?)
My days are long and lonely
Black rain is right before me
Real underground baby
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
Who the hell are you?
I will deliver
'Cos I'm your Reverend Charisma
And by
Signals nurse mysteries
Gestures for your meaning
There's a fantasy in my head
That was broken by a song in my head
I'm forever baffled by the art
be havin' fun
That's when I got ya that's when you mine
To tell the truth, tell me what's my line?
My name is Prince and I am funky (you can't
is a mad man, but I don't fear that
He got mad weapons too? Ain't tryna hear that
Tryin' to bring down me, the champion?
When y'all clowns gon' see
is a mad man, but I don't fear that
He got mad weapons too? Ain't tryna hear that
Tryin' to bring down me, the champion?
When y'all clowns gon' see
Snot
Now you got some
Get some! Just got
Blasted by the jizzum
And I'm still rollin' phat
Even in the Geo Prizm
Yo Jim, you know
What time it is, quick
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