Lyrics:
of records
Even a paraplegic feels all perspective
I've seen dudes do less with more
Fail to realize what they're blessed with
Before you know it
They go from
manny
I ain’t tryna give no pics to Sammy
But they got a macho grip like randy
Do I got a choice over what I say
I just wanna save this world my way
Annie
on a low note
Is it the end of the line
I really do hope so
Two years from now
Will the Earth be destroyed
It seems like it should be
So let the waves rise
the streets
Feed my family where its safer
Doin wat i gotta do
Know people thatll take ya
In tha blink of an eye
Best believe they owe me favors
Sending shots
that we intended to do
I bet she's hoping my intentions are true
And as months went by we both got into it, and intimate
And I'ma spare you
me peein' in the studio
Chance is I don't know if I be goin' or I be comin'
Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty
Everybody been actin' weird
nigga in it
Open heart open fire
Yea
Open heart open fire yea
Hello world tell me what you tryna do
Its just me and you
Hello world tell me what you tryna
Tryna find a place of peace for me and all of my People
They don't treat us equal
I know black isn't evil
Laws don't make it easy so we living illegal
gettin' blazed on the purple
(CZARFACE)
You do know it's your world (yeah)
That's right, it's your world
(Listen, listen, listen) listen
, G
I'm sorry but I couldn't let them do it to me
It's like they got a bucket of paint and threw it at me
Everybody wanna be the one
Nobody wanna be
RATTPACK
So many people think that rap is they callin', stop it just cease
Got it capeesh? This is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record
a crown all the titles I don't need
Cause I know I'm holding down
cnd all the mouths I can feed
We control the board watch us do it by ourself
I
used by the phony
If you can't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad tryna turn the world against him
Go in the studio like
game
You know my motherfuckin name
Phil Da Agony, it's all the same same
Game tight, Crescent Heights, get the name right
I do seven songs in
is
No one knows
Wonder what a day
In total disarray
Watch it whittle away
And evade me
Vaguely
I don't wanna go
But I don't wanna stay so
Where do you
when you passing by
They be so addicted
To whatever you feed 'em
They be so addicted yeah
It's like they catching feelings
Do you got a potion on these
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows
for collision and it's creating division
And the only thing that makes sense is to
Keep on trying to breathe and do your best in a world you know is
shit)
All around the world
You know I do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse
Terror squad, new era, god, better choose who you with
When we flip ain't
the bottle
Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
I ain't gotta say it
You don't cross me, I don't cross you
But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
Look,
and nature
I'm infatuated by the facts and attributes of my Creator
I wager this world don't even know His name
and those who do they treat it like growin'
wetin dey inside the book (They don't know)
But they judge the book by it appearance (Yo!)
Oh....ohhh,
He go clear for their eyes Peter Clerance (He go
and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know, it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for
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