Lyrics:
you gotta believe
9 23 I just gotta believe
Tryna ignore all the things that I see
Questions and answers, the lock and a key
Gimme the key
Run my track
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world word up
Sunz of Man Method Man True Mast' collabora tion
to the sea
And it hurts a man to realize
You're desperate to be free
Louise, I can't see the light
Louise, where are you tonight?
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
vibes are unsettling
You need enlightenment, you still developing
They like “how you so even-keel?”
I laugh bro, like I’m watching Key and Peele
Not
Typewriter, type
The novel of my life about the man and the wife
Of a knife lying between them... one sharpened knife
One sharpened knife...
You try to wake me
It is the return of the fallen desperate times come calling
Brawling yet again where it climbs the ladder that's falling
640 aboard an Air Force
to America when they stare at us cause we black
And ain't shit fair to us but hell it's just America and that's that
We got used to it, past the P's like we
desperate and looking online
Found a sublet on Hemenway Drive
With a roommate that I'd never met met met
Who's at the door
Practicing lines to play The Emcee
to the side
Betting on a dream
By betting my reality
Begging a higher power in a plea
‘Breathes’ just fucking let me be happy
Lusting for anything
That adds
had the perfect lil waist size A bra strap
Flat stomach by the way, keep her laced, we faded
In the driver's seat now point away to Vegas
Cheetah print,
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
weather
Man get your knee off my neck
First off Ima need some respect
I'm so tired of seeing my people bleedin'
From Police by arrest
For so long they beat
Listen up brothers and sisters come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
Man, what?
Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A forgives but never forgets
Huh, let me tell you
Take that L
Laugh it off Dave Chappelle
Party till we need help
Black air forces on stealth
Got my Nikes on deal
The white man charged me a bill
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
trip
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not legal
A young black man livin' like rich people
I got this game from
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
Stepped in with my black hat
Struts in with her black jacket
Take a look at how things change
I only went to class half-hearted
Ducking out with my
can't let u go man , u my best bitch
Yea I live a vamp life
Come and be my vamp bitch
I call you my vamp wife , we in all black and shit
B-roll yea i'm
appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve.
Desire is
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