Lyrics:
the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age
Dude's wage is fugaze
(eight six)
Through the streets of Dakar, we roam
From village paths to urban zones
The heartbeat of nations, one sound
Together, in this rhythm,
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
videos are pre-Michael Jackson" and
People forget that Michael Jackson
Had to fight to get on MTV because he
Was considered to be an urban artist
This was,
cares
These days, they shaped our lives and made us who we are forever These days they shaped our lives and made us who we are
Walking down by Jacksons
of the drums
So prevalent in my soul
These visions are
Beginning to make me whole
Up on a hill top or urban back lawns
Spirit man he seems to stretch and yawn
and then Micky D's
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em
And take 'em back around away, and that's REAL!
[Chorus]
[Verse] Keith Murray
One day I'm gonna shine
(Feel this)
Sunlight touchin' my face
(Searching for the)
Reason for these rhymes
(We are)
Blessed with better days
City
I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my
rapping is country
They say that rapping my country is
Like if Keith was urban
Looking street with the heater
Burning i smirk
And then keep concerning
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin' evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin' evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my
later in March of 2017
Performed at SXSW for Urban Fêtes (at Peckerheads)
Half blinded by the truth Jack Thriller can see
A young star left eye, nah it
these streets are looking too much the same.
Oh my God, streetlight’s turning green to go, but I’m seeing colors in the desert when the sun is sinking
these lazy drunk imbeciles strapped to the front
Bumper, you don't think I remember
A'int an avenger, they'll have me dead for my corpus
Mausoleum where
the days, them niggaz stuck to-fuckin-gether
You see, Theodore, didn't mind, Mean Gene, on his set
Now these new motherfuckers, are like, on some new
turning
Beautiful virgin release every burden, I travel when I preheated
the urban, hit the firmament and shock waves are permanent
Rays
Modern-day Warfare, they act like a brother cares/
When I'm visually impaired by the media propaganda/
They would slander any name if you give them
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, fuckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she
the forest's gates
I'm sorry mate but these ends are in a sorry state
You can't relate
Yeah well you can fuck off can't you mate
Your heart is fake
Can't
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we
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