Lyrics:
Low lifers
We know what pride is
Pop two things to feel like I did
Lights at the back n front m-eyelids
Money up by shop
The cost of my bits
Low
Low lifers
We know what pride is
Pop two things to feel like I did
Lights at the back n front m-eyelids
Money up by shop
The cost of my bits
Low
the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got
Montclair coat cause the Glock was leaving a figure
Uh
Old niggas I once called brothers acting brand new to me
So I do my dirt by my lonely nah that ain’t
should be singin' with them
Lyrically I'm at my pinnacle, I'm on my
You can play your hottest song
You couldn't mess with my interlude
I'll destroy you
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
Woah, Yeah
When I am with you
I get feelings that I've never felt
Get lonely, then I miss you
I don't wanna do it by myself
It's all love, when I
becomes you
Be humble, if it ever takes something from you
No advantage, No standard
Ya Tranquility is being tampered with by Canibus' masterpiece mantra
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Fans
Her photos captured by her lonely man
Who only sees a trophy stand
And I ain't no holy man
I never try to blend in with no phony tan
Real stand up
that's in the works
I'm writing poems, fuck a verse
I got some kisses in my purse
Be home by the 3rd
A mic stand in the room
I stand in the room
Right hand
a sleezy buzzit
Two years was my interlude I fixed my imperfection I got my mind in better shape to spit you the Konexion
Now that I got that off my Chest
short and sweet
No interlude
What I really gotta know is
Should I stay or should I go
Ain't loving me one foot out the door
Should we give up now or maybe
life ain't a choice you just cope silent
I'm always scope sighted, spotting yo boat by a lone island
The black flag has risen, you praying you wishing,
I’m hoping Heaven’s like this
Took me forever to get my pen to write this
They said that I’ll be dead by the time I’m 7 times 6
So if I’m gone, play my
a tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm living in Long Island
Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets
Making sounds with my
how I began
It started when I'm living in Long Island
Hey when I was a kid I used to play in the streets
Making sounds with my mouth, all sorts
the meaning of existence oh, my love
-instrumental interlude-
This is where to be
Here with you so close to me
Till the final flicker of life's ember
I who
who you swearing at?
Set to lead a nation of terrorists like Everfrag
When described my voice travels through liquid interludes
Decapitating apostles in
get no answers
Traumatized
I'm so traumatized
I am traumatized
I can't see my mama eyes
My grandma eyes either
I talk to the mic
Then play it through
I walk, and I march, and I fight.
Yeah, I walk, and I march, for my life.
It's a long lonely road that I walk on and I'm probably gonna take it 'til
I am life-deprived
Stand by me
Then end me
Take my hand
Then my heart before I die
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In a shattered mirror
Hanging on the wall
Seeing
let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long (la música de Harry Fraud)
So I say
All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got (got)
Can you
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