Lyrics:
rotten to the core
Just keep on, trying to breathe
And do your best in a world you know is rotten to the core
So who do you blame? You blame the poor
The first time I met you in the library
I was captivated by your face
The second time I saw you at that party
I tried so hard to make my case
Baby
the masses that I speak to, finding answers, seeking grace, I heard about our brother that was murdered by his friends, I never meant write this, mehn I never
Tonight I just can't be late
"His smile gets her second look"
Think I was bitten by that little love bug
Classic description, Got the urge to hug
The first
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
a rare commodity
Born with no gift at all just an unnatural knack to think
21 years in and I see failure at every turn
Mocked by every walled off avenue
I wanna be everywhere
peep all the cultures
seek all the vouchers
and buy some houses
everywhere
whats mine is ours
The time is power
i climebed
to blast off hyper boosters
Flow so cold like it comes from a glacier
Rhyming to the beat comes like second nature
Smoking on some pounds by the mother
and ambitious, Fresh
I know you that you pretty and a genious, Fresh
And Imma turn my place to our home
Imma turn our hopes to our Goals
Imma turn the radio on
We
strength.
Hours, minutes, seconds have gone by measure meaningless we have nothing to present
time and time again we are wasting sacred life that we can
Dear Abi, let me start by saying how proud I am that you're an artist. It's in the blood running through both our veins. Keep having ideas. Never
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
gonna wonder where we been man"
Ã''cross the bridge into Memphis, I had my hat in my hand
paid our respects to He King and drove on to the promised
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
nobody before you
Me and my team Preach the king by any means
Don't do this for the cream This is AMDG
We gon do our thing No matter what these haters
shell
Cocooned for centuries upon a distant vision of hell
It's quest to imbue it's brood into our cells
Through the Wounds of our spirit and mind
to feel.
Chronic seconds no time left.
Mushroom clouds burning death,
Post impact desolation.
Survivors fucked by radiation.
To keep the peace none will
on a roll
Scenes of death by a foreign terror cell
Spew forth from my hole
I make use of mob psychology
So our kids can get some REM
Evil fucks decapitating
(Chorus)
Cracking triple 7s of heaven
Stolen by casino progressions
Due to Benjamin obsessions
But your true fantasy's confesses
Things like skinny
Normalicy in threat evermore
Taken apart within the mental core
By ones who walk the wounded land
Uncanny destiny so damned
Mortal eccentricity
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
to keep up but I was laughing too hard
And we're lining our pockets with a new routine
Ditch the phones that we own for a moment of peace
Baby blue van
Blank walls
And cigarettes
Mistakes
And no regrets
No candles
For second best
Just back to
Another bed
White wine
In a dive
Bar standing by your
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