Lyrics:
its all for you, we gave it all so he
Could take control come on
Up to bat first I disperse the ideology of girls being looked at like property we
women burned alive
Their husbands they cannot survive
Women treated like property
Sold and murdered for their dowry
I know I'm supposed to understand
Honestly, Go no property
That's a problem for someone dumb enough watch ya company
Fucking me don't mean loving me, Fuck it!
I don't want no bun in
or property
And I hope that you understand
That I had to go, 'cause my spirit needs to be free
Not afraid of the thunderstorm
I am moving on, try to get
of girl
I would never let anyone control me
I will hold my fort down
I´ll never be your property
No, no, no, no
You´re blockin´ me,
You´re stoppin´
This country is stolen property based on lies and waste.
So send your soldiers off to die.
What happened to, In god we trust?
over me, a piece of property, just filled me w/ confusion
Empty thoughts, anger & illusions.
Do you remember me, that whining kid, that crying baby
vision is blurried as I scury, nobody heard me
Cause I move like stealth, yo, they takin my property
But my life is my wealth, my heart's thinkin for
Part of your devastating property
And if I don't progress
Will you find me
I don't want to live my life eternally
I do feel now
From the point
the property of a black heart wench of death.
of course
Took our property, left us in pain
Left me heavily wounded and killed my ellaine
Stabbed her into the heart that she kept for my reign
decide
That I'm your unsuspecting target to build up your pride
You did hurt my friends and you've destroyed my property
Fear speeds all around like
getting shit painted
Ey yo, graff can't be faded
Sample: Kids don't think that graffiti is a crime.
They need to understand that personal property belongs
give to myself
To me it's property, that's the greatest theft
Cause I don't rack up and stack up in a big warehouse
Trying to make a profit sellin in
property
You might you might you shouldn't be
No girl should feel she has to trade
Her body for love or be an old maid
And yes there are guys who are
(Freeway)
State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel Early
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I went
what I'm dying for all
All properties collapsed
Communications from a time long past
I see them coming so I modulate a timewar
Forcing calling
in
This game with that in-expensive talk...while I'm out buying property
-
Real estate - and side walks...I elevate at a rate
That's
July
I'm the king of doves
With perfect skin
We're dressing up
And dining in
It's who I am
All of your arms all
Over my problems now
Property
born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
In the future; buy property, 64 acres
My people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (Pshh)
That's
equality
Homelessness and poverty?
It's not my fault you can't divide properly there's plenty of property
59 billion acres of land for six billion people
Tight around your property rights. Hands on you. Eyes on you. Teeth in you in the dark. The clock has stopped. No alarm went off. Remember when you slept
Gaining more property
For your social value
Losing inner self
Not needed to succeed
Urge to get filthy rich
With inhuman deeds
Taken from your
slavery
Feeding the needs of your greed
By trying to buy your bliss
Ownership of your property
Is generating ecstasy
Freedom of insane consumption,
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