Lyrics:
Raymond Scott with a 1712 slaves mentality, that want to keep us divided by color from Eminem
Marshall is no color, he is Eminem
Oh, we got no time
Raymond Scott with a 1712 slaves mentality, that want to keep us divided by color from Eminem
Marshall is no color, he is Eminem
Oh, we got no time
a fix
You know that we can supply you
Nigga will rob you
Get stomped out by a bunch of
Niggas with B's on they hats
But no, we ain't Piru (Brooklyn,
bother to try
When I seek knowledge, you got the fire ready to burn
Why act like you like me now
I mean, we all know you know how to pretend
So what
willing will I grow it?
My fear is that we don't want no knowledge of the difference
God gives us plenty of chances just to blow it
We do it every time,
God, He want that
God, Then the freedom
God, You'll flaunt that
God, Gotta put that
God, Put it on my
God, Heed the calling
God, be on that
God, See that
moving up and getting mine finna make me a plate
I only got one life to live so I'm taking it day by day
Till it's taken away
Ahmad
I been killin' mix
still want me
I was right there by that stop sign
Yeah, the homie
If I don't know, you get the peace sign
Don't run up on me, homie
I can't put myself
you want to hear
We shall provide."
"How can we hope to save these
Heathen when we know not of
Their ways,
One of us must journey southward-
Tryna keep up with the Jones by any means
I don't even read...
Sike I just read these Meme
I tried to walk away from you but all I hear is screams
Shh
Liz on the map
Ain't a single mix intact when that kick impact
Know Little Miss Glitch did that
One time for my chicks in the building with the lipstick
this pain to a T from the boat to the Lonely Island
We ain’t a joke like European voyagers you know we violent
From our genetic code mix from those who
want to be remembered for
The songs that I sing
Not only for the humor
But for the knowledge I bring
To broaden the horizons of others
Is why I rap this
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
could it be
Grab the old Browning she's a side by side
Hop in the truck and go for a ride
Jones boys better not be on my land
Swear it's them who's been
the medicine.
Im sticking to my regimen.
Opening doors like a gentleman.
I want a cedes, a Pullman, or maybach, whatever they calling it now.
I got the Nike
to the break of dawn
But first we gon get high in the spirit
If the devil try da smoke then you know he gonna choke
Off tha Jesus chronic so bionic
Low Pro
lazy ass
You know what I mean
Cuz people decide on a president they want
You realize that you still alive so get the fuck on
Cuz life ain’t pretty
Right
WHEN IT COMES TO MY GOD YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO I REPRESENT
SINCE I CONFESSED JESUS AND GOT SAVED MY POSITION IS PERMANENT MY FLAMES WAS LIT NOW IT'S
immunity) Jones!
Uhh, way before we was
Dropping knowledge on samples (listen)
We was
Cutting raw and using bottles of samples
(facts)
Few made it out, but I
that can't kick with me I don't want daps or what's up
Cause I know they're getting pressed getting tap by another man that need money for utilities
I
meet your fate
I'm with Carlito's Way, rollin with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield
Chorus: (2x)
I want it all
Surrounded by techs
help (help), but I'm not by (not by)
You niggas gay and I'm not bi (not bi)
I just want money stop being funny (hahahahaha)
Attempted to crash, I ain't
Hahaha killer season
Jesus piece check
Guardian angel check
I could go with the red white and the blues but it like fuck I don't know what shoes
Got
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