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of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
if she can make it out
You see this time that I'm taking out to tell you the story is more than a song or track
It's a message to a woman with
included on the track]
My name is Adrian Sanderson and riveting's me trade,
But it's intellectual discourse I'm known better for,
And I may forego English
much respect
Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that is hard to figure
I punch hos and I smack up niggers
Because I'm a pimp
sand beach
Goodnight Tennessee, the talking trees
Hover above while the red stars weep
The season was brief, wrapped in fleece
My roots they were
feels like a MIDGET is hanging from my necklace
I pulled up with a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh!
Pass the bottles,
(come on), don't waste my time (please)
There is land that is stolen which is rightfully mine
What if slavery never happened and we was never colonized?
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
a break
Now she sleeps the days away
She helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
All she wants to do is cry
No one ever knew she was so sad
Cause
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
sometime I feel like I'm Rudolph the reindeer
But instead of a red nose
I stay in my red clothes
And the music they said blows
Is on the top and the cred
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
hours
Wishing for a dangerous life
Cut the leash some slack
Run into the morning light
Race the trains by the track
Until my mouth feels dry
But
to shake
What else could set the air ablaze
This is war
This is rage
This is war in every age
This is war
This is pain
This is war without restraint
No
the image of God in us
Now, we gotta start making war
Now we can start saying no
To them fleshy impulses that Jesus Christ is paying for
Now we can start
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me,
(Red-man!) they done let me out
(Red-man!) they done called my name
(Red-man!) they done read the four chapters..
Now I'm back, brick city, I've been born
on the strength
Everything is on the strength
[Verse 1:]
Simultaneous anger to this life I'm no stranger
Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
Diplomats in
Malpractice'
[Redman]
(Red-man!) They done let me out
(Red-man!) They done called my name
(Red-man!) They done read the four chapters..
.. now I'm back,
So sound the alarm now the wars on,
I’m the warrior the one man,
I’mma run up on you with my red war paint on,
I got a jaw for a sword get the game
.
Statistical warfare
This rappin just ain't fair
Drop a track today by next week
The people won't care
I just want you to hear
My thoughts and my stories
Keep
yes indeed
This is just a breeze
All I got to do is breathe
Words flow out like a stream
Red like a beam, red like my team
Red like that carpet in
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