Lyrics:
even have a choice
A nine to five cuts deep inside
More than any knife or time you lied
But wounds don't heal like before
Cause you don't hold me
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
DJ Revolution cuts and scratches (SKILLS)
"Microphones are not for these emcees
Who don't have no" "Survival!" "SKILLS!"
See what I've been
clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep
It real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more
Hoes biatch
Visions to other forms of life
Never seen before habitats
Whole universes now collide
Cut endlessly by the time-knife
Perspective changing overnight
more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass
disconnect the phones and the rest
Find a butcher knife, cut the power lines to the lights
Now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the livin dead, straight
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga"
place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess
morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Don't get it confused, don't get it confused, yeah (no, no)
I'm in tune, I'm in tune, I'm in tune, yeah
I'm standin' right beside you
It's not that I don't like you motherfuckers, I despise you
The other different pedigree, not cut from the same cloth
that you can't even touch
Keep that semi and it's tuck, no, I don't give a fuck
Put a scope right to his head, that shit go aah
Make more money than
that brings
Joy and happiness into your life
Before you felt like your heart was stabbed by a knife
I'm tellin' you girls, keep the man that you got
myself, and I listen to shit that you say
All of y'all havin' more followers than dollars
And that's why I cannot relate (ayy, no, what?)
Load up
as mean as they come, she is now
She don't even act nice once in a while like some, oh yeah wo wo
Trouble is her middle name
But I'm glad that's
the pain
Holding on
By a thread made of hair that I cut off
Like the people in my life
Using words as a knife
I don't need more friends
I just need
love's me
She'll never leave me
[Well:]
Blessed by the way she handles herself
That's why I'm givin' my heart to her and no one else
She knows how
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
And I could do it all by myself with no assistance, believe me
Everyone that and this, but don't take risk
If you don't use your gift, you could lose
sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls that's caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess
wifey wanna loose that ring
I don't pay her no mind, I just want, I just want, I just want the paper
Bring the games a little more flavor
Say what up,
sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls that's caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess
took your heart away
Oh, baby
I told them, that's a lie
'Cause I don't wanna hear no bullshit stories 'bout my man
(Can't stop the screamin'
you just love to fuck shit up
Spill the blood, no more love
All of you can suck my nuts
Black light, dead of night
Gunfight, kitchen knife
No life,
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