Lyrics:
medicinals I am here to rearrange
These traditional municipals installed inside your brain
By this digital encryption You never knew to blame
But AI is what
hands on my hips and I was sucked into the woven threads
I found myself walking slowly down a back street
In the French Quarter on a hot August night
I
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
changing my style
Then and now, before that was all that
Fall back, official is what you call that
I be that Third Coast legend
Dirty South icon shuttin'
Live love live I can't feel ya
Them niggas trynna kick it but can't kick it like it fifa
And They was trynna see me but can't see me like John Cena
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,
up with the tools for the work boyy
Shit is a wrap, you niggas lucky they holding me back (Who)
Counter attack, Retro been shooting my lyrics attach
police protection
Heated polished seats with back massages
You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
Smoke
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
When I can beat you with a guitar that's semi-hollow bodied
I bodied it on a twelve-string acoustic
Loose stickin' out the headstock i don't do
Hit my line then I hit you back
Then you don't answer, type of shit that
That's wack
But I love you ass and that's a fact
We made a pact and some
the
?Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories]
Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth
[back down to Earth]
You niggas don't hear
eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage
disconnect is crippling!
On my boyhood bedroom wall there hung a poem by Rudyard Kipling
If you give a mouse your cookies, it'll follow you around
Big
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
turned my back on
All that I've know
As well as
All that I love
My whole life is falling apart
I'm giving up hope on everything
Because all that you do
Is
memorable
It was half a second and I was halfway down
Do you think I wanted to turn back around
And teach a class
Where you kiss the ass that I've exposed
to myself and the road won't crack (crack)
Things I never said that I can't take back (back)
Writing that I love you, but I never told you that
Maybe if I
MOVE or Mumia Abu-Jamal
Had to warn her, hard to make a chick believe
Leave 'fore he start beating your head like a itchy weave
I tell'em back up, you
Johnny, You play too much
They asking who it be, and I answer, it's just John N Nem
The Bible been my Choppa, so the gang gon' bring the gun with
cut what?
Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what?
Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son
And the only bullets by my stomach be
me
Used to see me in public and pass by me
And started fucking with my psychic
Had me feeling like I was a sidekick
Then I realized, you not shit
Just
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