Lyrics:
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
you no shit
So you'll never own me, third son of Odin
I'm striking in your head
To resound in your chest, too vaultage in that
When I'm coming down
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
like
Yeah
You dense motherfuckers better listen
Blind the competition neck glisten, yeah
I’m not a role model like, whats the name (Chalk Face)
I ain’t
I'm rapping and shit (I'm not)
You'll get put on a hit list, you talk out your name, and I bet you'll get scratched like an Itch (Grah grah boom)
I'm
ain't rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with
the postcards so you know it's true
I promise that I wouldn't get emotional
And I'm not, so stop it
Why you frontin like you don't miss my whole cock
Pit down
on a cliff
In the name of progress we jump off the precipice
I'm not sick I'm the virus, you're the virus, hypocrite!
How can you sit there with that smile
the Human beatbox for the people's delight
I run the three-legged race in a potato sack
I put a whole potato salad right down your back
I get mad respect
starved
Shots in your ass, pads in your bras
Y'all some liars it ain't no facts in your songs
And yeah that crown is coming back to the Bronx
Take away
em throw a loop like producers do
Drag my name in the dirt, I still maneuver through
Caeser was killed by his own that Brutus dude
Read a bible to know
Pistol packin, is you ready fo action
Shorty dippin, i jus broke shorty back in
I hear my name everytime im around
I want my name on my grave when im down
And Jump Like Punks, to Get Beat Down
Turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool
Deeper than the pool than Wilt the Stilt
Damn near drowned in clowns bounce
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to smack em, stroke em as I cap em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap em
Negroes know
to move out
Take my name off the lease
Moving down to the south
Think I know what I need
Imma get my degree in California heat
Coming back with some tats
I'm feeling great
All that good coming by the crate
Shout out Georgia, I'm heading straight
Nowadays I'm in a different state
My game face on
I'm Max
or not
Stick by my side, all through the night
When I see you we going up tonight
They hate but know they ain't the type
Stay down with you it's only right
'em down winter spring or fall
Even the summer sound all because of y'all
My name's a number now if you see what I saw
Then you would wonder how he
get behind tint
In the clouds, lookin' down on the ground
Eightball, big black playa from the mound
Remember when, I used to have them dime-sacks
Maria
Maria, shh
Maria
Be quiet
Come down, no
Maria, please
My mother and father will wake up
Just for a minute
A minute is not enough
For
Maria
Maria, shh
Maria
Be quiet
Come down, no
Maria, please
My mother and father will wake up
Just for a minute
A minute is not enough
For
See my name in lights one day read my lips now
Voice in my head say you better not quit child
Big smile, young kid with a big mouth
In the south
Try and push the game away
But it seems it always comes in front me
Look for better days
But it keep coming back for me
Seem everywhere I go
Same
day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When the money coming in
They don't act the same (no, no, no, no)
It was different way back then
Now they love the name
Can you
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