Lyrics:
Great men with great ideals can be separated by hundreds or even thousands of miles
And still be in the same place
They can be years or even
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
shit
Got a main hous, Hollywood chick
Got a mansion up in the hills
Keep bringing hundreds, I keep counting all the bills
? what you're talking?
Go
can see a thousand years from now in real life
Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like
Troll conventional thought, don't need to question
Stopping a heart that beats inside the meddling
Correcting moments lost by living in the here and now
You're on the fucking block
Tell me any way I can
of tyranny lies a great omen
Lies the day in which the martyr is broken
Illiteracy, ecstasy, a prophesy of a dying generation
Democracy, Idiocracy, exhume
later and again I was stuck
I felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl
I was waiting for something that I could control
After two thousand no longer a kid
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
Meaningless lives hanging on the same ideals
force-fed to us by the government and given through,
generations of stupidity, don't think too much
it
shit
Picture me, for a second, and imagine it
Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when
All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's
to her side that day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
Most impactful artist of our generation
I am Shakespeare in the flesh walt
Disney nike google now who's
Gonna be the Medici family and stand
Up and let
A thousand motels waiting to trash
Tv dinners, well I love that bash
And if you Eddie, just say hi
This party's open so drop on by
All your dreams will
I live in a mansion
2000 people
Max capacity
I live in a mansion
I live on a mansion
I live in a mansion
2000 people
Max capacity
I live in a mansion
is spiraling, forming the pattern of death
Fire rains down from the sky
Brighter than a thousand suns
We have lost our ways to our darkest desires
In
at me in the eye
I know you said you'd do it
But you didn't even try
Death by a thousand cuts
We're living hand to mouth
We're generation backburner
All
and thousands of very good MC's
A poet will flow like the breeze
Like the wind, air is all around us
From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us
And in
In the shadow of the iron fist, under deceit's darkened veil,
The false prophet roused up his pawns, set out on a sinister sail.
A hundred thousand
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, eight thousand on my fuckin'
a mansion with 3 floors (Woah woah)
Got 5 thousand hundred acres now
In bahamas don't need no lease (Nooo)
Put all these charges on my bank account
Ain't
It's not important but a cedar branch can grow around a light pole if that pole is in the path that's predetermined by a cedar's DNA evolved from
In the land of dirt and plaster
Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
Losing ground and falling faster
Into a life that no one should have
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