Lyrics:
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat Blacks
(Oh my god I'm gonna miss my cue)
It's the same old, day old, wake up, feel cold
Somethin' in me thought that by this time I'd be a miracle
Find
this all behind
I treat this album like a movie NC-17 on the bitch
never put a limit on an experience, why?
The endless void of space is my limit
And I
know me
You know im more pure than gold
And i am the prophecy get up off my property
Ya'll been at this shit for days
Imma get some Chic-Fil-A
Finna shit
a much more danceable and enjoyable experience
After DJ Kool Herc sprung on the scene, many more started to come around and got inspired by the DJ
One
to Ultra 85
Woo
What's up? What's happenin'? Bitch, we live
Probably thought you'd never see the day of Ultra 85
It's been a minute, but, baby, yeah,
could use some more doctas
I can be ya role model
Fuck bush or whateva you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Dead"
I'd wish the album will stay at views
But nah, that shit won't last long
I'd wish I'm not sayin' this
But rap is dying
I wish I was lying like
don't give a fuck if I'm uncool or cool
The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases
Then I'd completely not give a fuck about
done been crossed by my woes
Niggas hate when you treat em like foes
Another reason to stay on yo toes
Lose connection and focus on goals
Ain’t been
old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heart-broken she
mentality is distorting your reality
Actually the more you speak make me think where I'd rather be
I don't care if you hiding me, cause I won't sponsor
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
he would treat.
The plan was to hold a very large feast
Serving the wine at the end
Joining the fun would be everyone
He'd been calling his friend
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Like I love you at all
And I wonder why you
Chose who you chose and Walked off
But that's fine by me
Hey shoutout to you though
Thanks for the album
the set up, I get up, and leave em wet up, I ain’t dying no time soon, I got more time to consume, better make some room, at the top, by the time my album
the moon, you come back
Treat you like a whole queen
Give you intimacy
Meeting you was all fate
Never thought I'd be amazed
Love to drink some champagne
With
way to the ghetto to treat once more
If I ruled the world
I'd love all the girls, I love 'em love 'em baby!
Black diamonds and pearls, ooh yeah
(Did somebody say, Just Eat?)
Somebody just did
The D-O double G be feelin' festive
Got Santa and his elves
Working 'round the clock
Holidays are
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
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