Lyrics:
Ballers
When I'm in yo city better treat me like Obama
Or we can flip the switch, and blow that bitch up like Osama
At the age of three you turn the blind
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
Let your spirit rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Rot
Bodies gone flop
strike down targets with some lightning
Third eye always open be hella enlightening
Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you
Be a baller
Be a player
Don't be following then niggas it will cost you
Be
demeaning and listless
A meaningless existence
Kind of strange my mind changed
Time aged my blind rage
I find ways to ride waves my pride unscathed
Kind
a millionaire no no no no no no no
You don't have to be a baller to drop a dollar
To help your fellow man
Open your third eyes
And get yourself streetwise
You
front of my eyes.
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side.
California's the state where all bustas die.
First thought be
At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment
Seeing eye for the blind
Through the darkness of the industry we ministry
I go on like etcetera
every organ alive
Until nothing lives here, "healthy sadness" as a must
A new wave of hope, carry me… blind my eyes
Three they were laid upon me,
a wok, coz love was low in stock
But ship no sink, it did dock
Lesson write up in chalk, now my third eye unlock
Walk away in my socks
Hurray i'm free'd
of modern music
Come along if you wanna party with me
Just a little something different for your third eye to see
Wonder what presents lye left unseen
Beneath
see the purpose of me comin'
Is to give a third eye to the blind
For years we fought, the blind's been taught, the chains in thought
But this time,
It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned
Update your passion
Only reason why I be eye chattin'
It's when it's time for some action
I wanna hit
the face
Now cover up the tattoo by the waist
Let the MC search till I reach third base
And when I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait would this be
humble
cnd credit where it's due
Stop thinking you were a baller
You were not Kareem cbdul
Katie got you by a leash
He said doggie let him chew
You
up
By these liars and cowards acting like the chosen ones
But you can't fool me, I know what's up
My eyes opened up
There's 3 of them and they won't be
eyes on!
Broadcast on digital 83
Funded by the great One-Eyed Willy
His Chinese buddy set it up so that we could see
Le mullet d'frizé grand
On Corey
spoken of
By winds of a paradise
That won't last
Yet no longer
Will things be fit, for the past
Spies spies all them spies
Eyes eyes blind washed eyes
see the purpose of me comin'
Is to give a third eye to the blind
For years we fought, the blind's been taught, the chains in thought
But this time,
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
the rearview, driving blind to crash into you
Can't keep my eyes off the rearview, crash into something brand new
Stuck in third gear, heart is fueled by
At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment
Seeing eye for the blind
Through the darkness of the industry we ministry
I go on like etcetera
this third-eye wave
They're all third eye blind claiming the light
Who's your light rays?
I'm giving off light waves for the price that Christ paid
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