Lyrics:
like a pro see
Nigga's all in with both feet
I live my life over dope beats
All my Nigga's are so street
I live in the dark because I'm a light thief
(holler)
My name in the streets I kill any old witness
(sorry) bought the chain
My gold teeth to 8 million records (8)
And change my neck piece to
A shiny
or existence
They calling it reverse racism
Still till today the street's torn
My brother Jungle always have a seat for 'em
Not behind me, beside me
You
a slave set free
I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me
I can show you things that you dream to see
Take you off the street get you something to eat
the struggle in my eyes
So I know anybody can be touched
You know what I mean?
Oh God forgive me
Somebody please say a prayer for me
Needed my parents
the cash that you stack
In the aisles, in the corners, where the hustles attack
I was born in the gutter where the rats are your kin
Where the sounds
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I'd like to thank you, too." ELVIS
"Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light
not to tweak (not to tweak)
And ain't no way in Hell this shit 'posed to make it out the streets (out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't
changing, imagination
That's the eye of the soul, I'm speaking in code
Most of the globe's controlled by Bohemian Grove
Most of y'all are too slow to take
cracks in my jeans
I'm going nowhere fast, that's what you said
Didn't want to lose me to jail over some quick bread, or end up dead
Eyes bloodshed,
they murdering my young brothers in these streets
How many got to die, how many got to fly
I close my eyes asking God tell me the reason why
It's hard
are
We got Main Street eyes
Watchin' as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes
I saw a kitten squashed in
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
tell ya how it is man
You got close and you realize what it is
We fighting each other in the streets of each
And you live and learn day by day
It
a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish
Lyrical bullets make you dance from the trance you be kept in
Assessments are made before, and during combat
I master my hunger, blow the spot when I bomb
magic
I believe in magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic?
It's black magic, I believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap your seat-belts on, go put your money up
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap your seat-belts on, go put your money up
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
shit off my mind now (now)
We born in the battlefield, can't call no timeout
Every time now, it's another one of us lyin' out (hey)
Cryin' out, "I
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
like that I'm shy
No one by my side, everyone is blind
Apathetic lives don't reach out to neighbour
I apologize, I shouldn't have been born
Why am I
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