Lyrics:
being shackled to the paper
Broke free while hitting my in the pen dance
SellYourArtNotYourSoul
Waking 'em up with my internal matchbox
Rising Under
to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage
Just mackin'
Jackie Burke
Bobbing and weaving an invisible line
So step for step and both light on our feet
We'll travel many a long, dim, silent street
Would you like
mind long before my time was through
All I did was sit and cry when I wasn't busting rocks
One Day I found an ant doing things a human can't
And I made
Dead or locked up by the age of eighteen
Now I'm twenty one guess I've lived to see
My twenties counting money and my whip go fast
An oh three honda
day...
Scene 20
ARTHUR: Knights! Forward!
[boom boom boom boom BOOM boom boom boom boom]
What manner of man are you that can summon up fire without
flint
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
Lost my innocence, lost my soul
Lost my diligence, lost my self-control
Never asked to do, always told
Somewhere 'long the way, lost a hand to hold
off to learn our history
So we sent away a sample to check our DNA
I told my friends it won't be long we'll be hearing any day
Then one night I came
went straight to college.
Well Tom?s a pop culture primate with the IQ of a fetus,
Social IQ twenty-five; you know that I mean this.
Between his
This 20-20 vision has opened up my eyes
The phoenix lights the way and still I rise
This 20-20 vision has opened up my eyes
Today is the first day
Hip Hip Hip Hooray
Barbeque. Memorial day
We drove in our matchbox car
To your house by Eleanor Park
Dad thought beer was fine
Mom brought a bottle
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
them nailed to crosses
Crucifixions in our true religion
It's all by design
F*** a superstition
Let the black cat out the bag
If you come across it
I broke my neck at the sugar, honey don't bother
Next day I woke up, couldn't feel a thing
In 'n' out the hospital just to see these bright lights
days
Loose cannon I could've died 100 ways
Hard headed but crime pays
Has to split the pie bout nine ways
2111 Boulevard bullies
Frontline when it war we
Well, sometimes the days go by
Like a matchbox starting to burn
Driving ‘round town, runs me into the ground
Peace and quiet is something you earn
Let's
the 8th grade
They were round and blue standin' in the shade
7th summer yeah we had it made
At the complex
Drinking Gatorade
Felt like 37 hours in the day
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
into submission
Twenty twenty vision and I'm
Colder by the day
Colder by the day
These days I’m feeling colder by the day
Colder by the day
Colder by
Catch me outside, like a motherfucking airport bag drop
Twenty in a matchbox, we gon' start a fire now
Still just warming up while my competition is
baby every day
[Chorus]
I walk along
I sing a song
Twenty miles is a long long way
But I got to see my baby every day
Lots of girls are ridin'
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven
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