Lyrics:
Paul could recite the Lord's Prayer at two years old
He stood before an audience and recited it without fear
He sang "I Want It That Way" by
time
We keep the courts loaded
Some of us supposed to be free
I think the judge knows it
I'm in the streets now
I passed by the homeless
Then I passed by
Nature boy renaissance
Boy crying please do stop
Swim to moons when albums drop
Butterflies affect us all
Pastel blues I still stand tall
Fuck yall
Cosmic
she's staying down the street with two dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last
the street with two dead beat
that don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
and I'm willing to bet
my last album (that?) she's
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
been destined to blow
Cause they all watch Devz like
Women in the high street
Looking at clothes through the shop windows
Because they all know that
of reckoning
We make it so that when the album drop
You cop nuff respect again
[Chorus] 2x
And now you want it like every five minutes
You recognize
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
look, where we going? yeah
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
lil' chrome stuck bitch
Who made that car? I never
Seen that on the streets
We were in the Vibe magazine
Baby got thirty-two gold teeth
Me and my dogs
"You know when you wake up
And right before you're actually awake
When there's like that split second
Where you're not, like, bombarded by
kill my homiez niece and uncle
Just walks right by me should I straight floor em
Naw homie instead im gonna pray for em
In 7 weeks when this album
the tester Jeep (skrrt)
Word on the streets FLYGOD got that mean dope (ah)
Fire out the nines or we can drag the steamboat (brr, brr, brr)
InshAllah, it's
Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon
[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you
pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was
at least two hundred years
To stop the rush of blood
But even now, they march the streets
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police
Will
at least two hundred years
To stop the rush of blood
But even now, they march the streets
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police
Will
the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two
up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
I remember after school, sat in bus seat number 2
Miss Yolanda said no talking, I could never follow
It been a long time but your boy back at it
The streets waiting for it when they see me they be askin
"What's UP with the album" Promise you it's
seven bully teens
And they are behind, I never saw them since my seventeen
I'm a street fighter! You wanna trick me? No no no no no!
My life is a show,
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