Lyrics:
the mines in the sky
Tryna blow me out from high range
Time flies by, by now I thought I would be as high
As the International Space Station
Still I rise
looked back
Surrounded by all these goons that I'm familiar with
White shit go in the jar then my arm doing a miracle whip
Yeah stand out phenomenon
Plug
As I get a little older
I hear more about culture
And my culture differs from yours
But just because we're different, doesn't mean we're not one
the Missenden Flyers
Thankfully the rain's stopped, the sky is getting bright, no dramas, just a little bit of damp
Winding on the gas, but something isn't
rounds in the clip hit em with a drive by
You talking shit I stain the street like its fucking tie die
Smoke a blunt im so high I'm about to sky dive
Now the night before Christmas, I was sitting in my house
And there wasn't nothing moving around, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by
the bloodshed from my people
The white was just proof that you’ll try to erase what you’ve done
Try to erase where we came from
Try to erase us
The blue is just
to me was in London
but by the time I reached there little red brick house
Carrie and her father were gone
#The summer sun is fading as the year grows
begin. My third eye is bright.
Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D.L.
Who fell, yeah time will tell.
The Leaders Of The New.
The number one
feel my fucking hands)
I got a bit of Tanqueray
Little bit of Aliz'
Put it in a cup and I fill it to the brim
Bottom to the skies, then I do it all
different mode
The kids are listening so I can't act a fool
I'm different, as a little man envisioning a sky written with saying:
I swear my fuckin' limit
shoes on from last fall
Weather you had Pro Wings or J's
This is for all of y'all from back in the days
Who remembers Penny Loafers
In the oven syrup
approved or compliant
Cos of the political risk that was coursed by the colonizers
We collided with in conclusive assignments
We are such a destination for
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Stack up donuts, pack up the pies
Put on the trenchcoat, rack up the lies
Overcast sky and the pines are
to know unknowns
Moon and the sun is best kinda sky
Tune in one and all let's try
Answer every question why
Cause wings supported will always fly
Even when
it is, thinking, "What if?"
More space in the sky, rep yourself for your life
Can't get past his migraine
Couple seconds back, he would've been okay
to the Army this shit can get slimey
So try me and I'll take it back to the county
I'm cursed by the haters and blessed with a bounty
There's blood on my hands
Doing what I love the most
And
I stand by every fuckin record
Freestyles or written
Man
I’m on a misson
Poles are fishin
Hoes I’m missin
Suppose I’m
whole city flooded
Shit happen 1 night Happen 1 Night
Cop DA All white Buffs like a cloud in da sky
You know DA BO$ Stay Lit Like da fourth of July
had to scrape from the dirt just to get it since I was a little nigga/ had to grow some wings like caterpilla/ propel out the trenches before I clap
whispering shit
But like I said before jealous was never cool not even a little bit
I know you're phony, but who's the one who hit the scene when I was 16 with
fly in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
I don't wonder how you are but
You're on my third leg
Now you want my left arm
Why the fuck
Am I on your
influenced by white powder
Feelin' like I wont stop her (nah)
Feelin' like no rubber (uh uh)
Gotta get it in like die hard girl say she pure so I don't doubt
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
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