Lyrics:
like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in
Nigga, fuck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got
There’s a ghost inside me
Telling me what to say
Possessing me in every possible way
To the top, we will rise
With you by my side
Anything’s possible
place your bets as to who that benefits
The very seat of government where Hamilton sits
(Not true)
Oh, if the shoe fits, wear it
If New York's in
sweet tooth
You're like a rainbow cotton candy sky
& a golden caramel for eyes
A honey like sweetness on a summer day
A breeze blowing by like a flower
to yourself?
Everybody moving up, you just staying by yourself!"
They say "James- you gon' fuck around and
Break a couple hearts in this bitch, yo check it uh"
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
the new lands
Wars that they fought to remind them
Who was to blame from the start
Written by Grant Campbell
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
treat 'em like they wanna be treated, bitch beat it
Your purpose'll be defeated if you think that you're needed
Now what do you tell a chick who has two
Cotton clouds
Once again
Around my head
Anesthetized
By the tiredness
That fuels everyday
How can I scape
Consciousness dissolves
In warm, good-old
Intro (spoken):
People,
The world today is in a very difficult situation,
And we all know it,
Because we're the ones who created it.
Chorus:
Well James is name
And I just claim this ship
This is the British Ships
You better zip you're bags
And I will make plot my flag
Because James is name
(Why?)
Every day man dress inna Gucci and Guess
Crush cotton weh nuh press, grand US nuttin' less
Tell you somethin' else, me nuh wear nuttin' else
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
a bullied boy to a hero today
Years went by, James found his path
Studied hard, faced the aftermath
Became a paramedic, saving lives
In the darkest moments,
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil
He wants me to murder this beat, so I will
He told me there are doubters who question my skill
They wanna put
Jesse James was a man that killed many a man
And robbed the Glendale train
Robbed from the rich and he gave to the poor
Had a hand and a heart
to get back right
Yeah, top down, hair back (skrt)
Ride by the HYPEBEAST on Fairfax (true)
Monday morn', I don't wanna hear trap (no)
I play Rick
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
Niggas swear they spitting, cotton mouth, their flow be dried up
Made a promise to myself, I get whatever I desire
I be sippin on that José with Piña
Hurby the producer ain't no joke
He always makes sure the beats are dope
When I explore, I take you down to the core
Wanted by the FBI as a wicked
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
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