Lyrics:
In the jaws of the beast
Trying to knock my peace
Standing bold as brass and i'm holding fast
Molded by the king on throne
Singing praises, brazen
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
Activity
Its that Latin Activity (Oooooh)
Lets Jam Lets Jam (Latin Activity)
I get Latin active when I grab my microphone
running on my dick begging me
shooting and we only in July
System keep looping as we lose another life
Path of a panther Huey Newton of my time
Every store looted had to happen over time
praying all my problems could just fade away
Cause in an instant my life could get took away
I'm searching for the needle hidden in between the hay
They
Disappointment stumbles in how much can my soul take
But I'm doin' this for more than me
Live my life accordingly
Know the bigger picture
Is depicted by the worth
day
(Reparations, reparations)
Which we intend to bring into existence
By any means necessary
Where my forty acres and a mule?
Where my education
We
Jibbs
Jakwon
Chingy
Huey and Nelly
Made me wonder
Watching the Cardinals win World Series
Like it was nothing
Hitting the City Museum
Running wild with my
Good at spotting pussy like a Leopard
I kitty two kitty nigga god bless Her
I'm that playboy Huey heffer
Like to know my shit im not a Guesser
Call my
for riches
Selling your soul no pride in you bitches
But it's all choices nigga
And I am ruled by my ambitions
Real men I stand different
Ooze game my
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
You new niggaz better learn to move accord
Rest In Peace to S.I. Huey P and YoungGod
Salute to all my real niggaz on the yard
Niggaz that stood
a hook like chris
Two Damn Goats
Organize my Biz-a-ness by the relevance
If it ain’t music or my family, then yeah you get the hint.
Goat
Ion got
picture it stolen but I ain't Suge nigga
I ain't a crook nigga
I get it straight I just ain't livin by the book nigga
Look at my life see I'm trynna live
Weak men apologetic When the pressure is tight You know my jolly posse Jollier than boogiest nights We're blending all the different Talents
either called by SPNs
Or ball on ESPN
These for profit prisons
Put the inc in the pen
That's why I'm loading up my ammo
Putting ink in my pen
The truth
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
night pyrotechnics celebrated nationality
Blessed in never missing vitals
Hot food home at my arrival
My upbringing heavily shaped by the bible
Such
Now I'm pouring up this pain into this microphone
I got demons in my head I just want be gone
I mix the X pills with codeine that is what I'm on
Where
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
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