Lyrics:
And privatized prisons are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
'Cause niggas kill more
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
got hemp 4-4 zomeo, woah
Yeah, I'm flowin', don't act like you ain't notice
Singin' like the Glee show
Like the Glee show, I make her sing with deep
tune
He's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon
And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishing he was
on
Slow down, follow the process, I'm in the zone
One umbrella, two pairs come, you play your roles
Euros, really I'm out here, I'm in the pros
Black man
Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit
The love doctor said with glee
I'm gonna take your wretched soul with me
I think your heart's rotten to the core
And it's time for me to even
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
change your world?
A change for the worst
7 by 7 or 4 by 4 I don't care
It doesn't matter anymore push all you like I'm stubborn
Grab all you want it
in your face
You cast me down, brushed me aside before you threw me away
I bring you love (I'm not a slave) You give me war (I'm not a slave)
I'll
Rings and things rims and timbs
That ain't rap that's bein slaves again
Pretendin
Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
As long as you ain't f-a-k-e
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My
now nigga, It a make you a slave
They watching your pockets thru bets now
Watch your parlays,
which energy is it you feed into? when you hungry for
me a bouncer, handgun and an ounce
Young nigga with a shotgun, and a handgun, and a rifle
Get pitched in, I'm a lifer – put my hand on the Bible
You
She's dressed in pink cause it's chic. She's trending more than the cast of Glee. And her clothes and her shoes are made by slaves near Kathmandu.
Oh,
nobody's fool
[Chorus]
Count by twos
It's easy as can be
Repeat after me
Say it loud and proud with glee
Two
Four
Six
Eight
Ten
Don't be late
Even numbers
of the Lamb
No longer a slave
Oh I've been Redeemed
(I am bought by the Blood of the Lamb
I am free yo)
I'm bought by Blood
(Oh oh oh oh ayeeeee)
The Blood
longer can be sustained
A slave 'til you die this is the long goodbye
Never speak his name and cast him to the flames
you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
We gather in the plaza to jerk through
Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
First one
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
ever clean
This painting is bullshit
Your ideals were false
I'm burning the letters
These lines were all crossed
You built a slave
Always there for me,
a bed in which to lie
But body blows will mark this occasion in my mind
I may be bloodied
But I'm not running from the fight
If failure by design is
nobody's fool
[Chorus]
Count by twos
It's easy as can be
Repeat after me
Say it loud and proud with glee
Two
Four
Six
Eight
Ten
Don't be late
Even numbers
livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
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