Lyrics:
EarDrummers mike WiLL Made-It
Half a year later
Still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office
Back on the pavement
I made the commandments
Had a couple albums mofucker I canned it
But when I drop this album mofucker I land this shit
Said I was a king by 8 but I'm
Invisible Man, these are the Memoirs
I'm lyrical man, the pigeons I send y'all
A bird of prey, deep with every word I say
Pure as a virgin girl
Cure for
wouldn't grab the gun
And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one
Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby
Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his
Thankful for the Chi is not an album
It's a musical
And we refuse to play with anything that isn't true to who we are
Doors use to close on us
Now they stay
of doom
Once I’m stunned
Taking everybody out one by one
This is the outcome, of the whole album
I’m am so proud I’m done, I’m done
One more time as we all
they never know cause we never show
all the pain and hurt above.
(Verse 2)
How many more albums till music is the cure
How many more hours till
I feel like its nuanced
By the finer things, every girl I meet want diamond rings
So they all turn into a fling
But show me, how are you different
your close door
Close door
Politician used and refused
But we won't take no more
Never let you take advantage of the poor
While di youths dem in
A growing sickness in the heart
Distinctive lack of control
The cure is somewhere in the silence
But I'm crushed by the noise inside
Don't lock
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
and checked behind each door.
Still in Saigon
Still in Saigon
I am Still in Saigon in my mind!
The ground at home was covered with snow. And I was
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Ever been on the block?
Red lights, cars stopped
Walk by hear the pop
Of a door lock opt
To look em in the eye and
You're shocked
Ignored by the guy
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
And what am i to say?
Wasn't i once on for you?
And what am i to say?
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by chance.
Four for the door, five for
chillin i'm,
bout to fall up in the club we just killin time
dro blowin on patrone with it in a lime
6-4 to the front door with top down
hit the switches
when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on!
[chorus]x2
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All
Been alive 1000 years
To God i swear I've seen it all
Tryna live my best life
Cuz death, ain't knocking at the door
Killed a lot vamps a couple 1000s
at the door of your mind
All good will be attacked
At least on this planet that's just a fact
Don't press me for why, it wasn't up to me
Every garden gets
out all night in Ibixa
By way of San Sebastian, where they said
'Yanque, you better watch what you're saying, unless you're sayin'
It in Basque or in
wallet, filled with the credit cards he hasn't used
And lays it on the kitchen counter in its familiar place
To be found in the morning by a curious
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