Lyrics:
home (pause)
VERSE 2 [16]
Coming at ya like c jet fighta swarm, here comes the storm,
Ya gettin' thrown cause I'm [a] crusha Cyclone...
Ringin' alarms,
instead end up in the abyss
Know that I was driven by ignorance and my innocence remain bliss
Yes this my only way of communicating yeah I see you waiting
To much violence put that aside
Cops and youth collide
Day by day arrests
Separated from the issues
And the media can't resist
I won't run, won't run, won't
Blushing in the moonlight your melanin blue
See Meroe in view, let's take the canoe
Creations by you with member of the kru
Do-wop what it do? is there room
the cider right in my mouth
Everything is not ordinary
Things begin and then have to die
Everythings thats been dead and buried
Ain't supposed to come
the place smells like ?
I'm Mr. Cleanshoe clips through the magazine
Butts get whiped and shined up by the grease machine
(Come on go with me over to my
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
Projects
Streets can't save your life
Surrounded by violence
Was blinded
Tell 'em imma put up
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
liquor
You hear the screeching of the tires
See the car smoke
But all you really see is black and white
Winnie Harlow i don't see the logic in it
Everybody
around the bend
And when this, by default
Comes screeching to a halt
Let's hope that you
Know what to do
To start it up again
Driving sideways
humble
I'm scheming
(Buh buh!)
Don't make me resort to violence
The damage will be so rough
You will think that you just got attacked by lions
Concrete
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
the bar ditch
Prayin I would die
When a light come on above us
And a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars
Came screeching to a halt
shit when I see you
And I will see you, too
Oh, and by the way, Fred
That wasn't an accident
I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards
Instigated by force of violence
The struggle for existence
We see cadavers all the time
We repulse seeing guts thrown on the floor
Spill the blood - see
Velvet darkness stretching
Over an infinity of void
I'm spellbound by that blue-white marble
That used to be my home
And on my phones
That cheerful
Gotta get it by Many means!
When it comes to cash, be Careful in who you trust
They'll eat the entire pie and Leave the whole crust
Money is king, So get
in my way, then I'll smash ya
You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel
So step if
Rollin' down the highway,
Runnin' by the cotton fields
Saw a sign I know I want to see again
Pretty young woman wearing skin-tight britches
Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front
You should know that they're gonna see you
All those falsehoods you're tryna sneak through
Pause till the claws of karma reach you
Swap approaches
Look up in the sky
There go peezy can you see em
Yeah that's a dankstar
Yeah that's a dankstar
One day it be nice to meet em
Yeah yeah yeah
Look
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