Lyrics:
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
well.
Just a man with a sense of justice
Would his days of misery never end?
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between
Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm
all the way around the fuckin' world
Black Frank Sinatra on yo' ass,
Q.B. Braveheart nigga...
[Verse 1]
Was classified as the bastard
to play
That poor bastard hung himself the other day
Oh how the years seem to fly by
Is death the final high
Cause Richard hung himself
Richard hung
the transactiont
Fantastic
Another checkmate by the Grandmaster
What happened
Misunderstanding and malice
Those bastards
Which bastards
Those bastards
Always doing
a mental giant to those whom nay say
Oh oh oh oh oh
Hey! hey!
Mentally I'm like Shaq on stilts
Strange music inc is white 'n' black 'n' build
For
The priest of pandimonium the wargod has emerged
Above sea-level that's when thunder rolls
and lightning strike down
Atrocity lay that poor ass and rain it for
Lightning of destruction fills the crumbling sky.
Proud I march over the useless bleeding waste.
Free from those pathetic chains that holds us to our
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
yellow, black and white,
Who'll never ever give up the fight
We are the New Americans
Who vote and buy it, make the choice
And speak for those without
of deep roots of ours?
Tears are falling and I'm calling you to hear this story
Some poor bastard took the child's destiny into his own hands
Made him
Embracing your fall
Everyone is dead
torn and destroyed
fallen and forgotten in the world
decadent and gloomy
How can the bastard god save him
couldn't stand the stench of the dirt
Poor of course who had the world oversaturated
So a new world order was activated
No more black, no more white, no
Yahway music
Those who are rich will become poor
And those who are poor will become rich
Check it out
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
Hey! Give me a listen you corpses of cheer
At least those of you who still got an ear
I'll tell you a story that'll make a skeleton cry
Of our own
Scum of the Earth
White supremacist shiteating fucks
Bastards using heavy metal as a weapon
Those once bullied, now the guilty
Lead them
while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have
that rich, sho' no mo', use to be poor but now I'm rich
Got it, te quiero, can't get stood up by no bitch
'cause where would I be without Celly, Celly
Story of my life
My name is Johnny Cash
I’m from an old poor farm
Called Kingsland, Arkansas
Driven by the Blues
I only had to choose
Picked a rusty
really don't and
E.Y told me to master my craft
Poor bastard doesn't know that it isn't the dash
Poor bastard doesn't understand the talent I have
Poor
limousine, one of those new inventions
It took a few years 'fore the day had come
But I was ruler of the WORLD ranked number one
So I headed towards
that rules inside
Those who live in the ignorance conformed with the nothing they are
All those bastards will fall by our swords and their souls will be
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