Lyrics:
look at me and show me that you cared
Just one blink Nana and it all changed
I guess I never fully realized what we all take for granted
Every second is
preachin' to the choir
Preachin' to the riots that he got fired
He ain't got no medicare, sippin' liquor in his chair
Blank stare, need a blank check,
Excuse me for asking
But I think I really missed something
You know where's the ingenuity
Like a craft that's actually lasting
Oh well I'm sorry
I
face he looked like Mr. T from Rocky 3 he start to bleed
Never saw him again
Start to get my life together
Birds of a feather flock together
Got me
you care about global warming
But you got the nerve to ship an Alaskan Malamute to Atlanta, Georgia
Where it's hot, hot as the dickens in this bitch
the sky-or
Be the solo in a choir
See my face, I look tired
Lines I trace, like a wire
You know mine has
Always been a face
I, myself, could not admire
In
To promote the song to the Whooville locals
Somethin' viral
Somethin' to distract me from my life on a downward spiral
Maybe somethin' Christian friendly
Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
M Cs should expect the worst
I stay alert and shoot first
This
I didn't even know my next guest was in town
but he just dropped by and I'm really excited
Ladies and gentlemen
Jive Turkey, motherfucker
Where you
trail
To the place where I fell
In love with you
I mosied my way back here cause I don't know what to do
Catch me down by the river
Look I hope you
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
well I tried, RIP J still remember seeing you fight
He told me from the hood go get them big plaques, they love me where I go regardless
203 New Haven
that
lovely, it's me
calling you from far across the sea
every now and then i have to follow time
and find out where it's gone
and where i'm at
where
creeping on a come up, doing it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Brought styles motherfuckers
did. I hid the story until I forgot it myself.
I wanted to show you
The basement of an event hall where he backed me against a wall and told me all
sleeping Christmas eve
Where's Santa he's got my hoe's
Two of them are for my bros
Always chanting ho ho ho's
Happened before but where'd that go
If you
done brought us, far from across the waters
Where was kings and Queens but now we bout to go harder
Tryna torch my city, They can’t do us harm
Oh you
In order to understand the future of faith we must go back to the beginning
Time travel like Marty to a time where the mass population
was indulging
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
the motherfuckin' bag
First first First Where the motherfuckin ban
Anything look sketchy, then we gettin' on his ass
Anything look sketchy, then we gettin' on his ass
forward, from past to present, life's been passing by so I gotta get up on this
The fact the younger me couldn't see where I'm at right now, would he
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
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