Lyrics:
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
i'll take 'em!
Nigga you feed the wolves and
The wolves feed off you!
Eat you ass alive! i live by conrad's creed
Strategy! Your move nigga!
the night like a shock-wave wouldn't be bad
If I had to? cause of the? that run up my back
You must? nothing else can leave me of track
Hey, yeah
You're
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
I took the train to Richmond that
up there
But we're only in the backseat
Of this eclipse oohh if the lights go by
That means the cops flew by
But they won't bother us, no no no no
endeavour
And would you look at this
As if this was all pre-planned out ahead of time by some corporate multimedia synergist
Right on cue
Here comes the swarm
tracks
And begged you to take me back
The next time that I saw you
You were waiting for a bus
I just happened to be passing by
When I said hello
really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
I need more answers to these questions, 'cause time will tell
Got a date
right
Out of sight, baby, out of mind
That's what you do (ooh ooh)
Could have been you (ooh ooh)
If you see me walking by
Hand in hand with another guy
you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look
money
Rothschild think he's funny
Even if it's backed by gold, what I collect is backed by soul
I'm plotting on a billion, releasing my father's children
Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!
[Chorus 2x]
[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]
This track'll make me zone
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
Murder in the market, terror in the town. Love breaking down
If a baby born is taught to hate, for colour or creed to discriminate
We're laid to waste in
the hook when my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, over tracks an' rivers
Is makin' your lungs collapse an' quiver
It's the PPP foundation in your
heart
Well, here it is but damned if you will ever know
Not a trace of what I feel inside will ever show
- Chorus -
I'm not the first and I won't be
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth and sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Only time will tell if stories like these
to her mouth, she tired of fuckin' with you kids
Now she wanna fuck with a goat
Ayy, if Creed got the wheel, I'ma hop out the roof
This shit not some gas,
coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's
May-December by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
What's the remedy
Henessy coke
If you cut all yo money you still be half broke
Ashes to ashes
Smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get
at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we
marathon
All I know if flex and grind, what the flock? I gotta shine
I wanna hit it, wanna hit it, got that bitch on my mind
Ain’t no thin ones over here,
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