Lyrics:
on himself
He said, is anybody out there?
Does anybody care?
The hopelessness is rising
There is only so much one can bare
I said, you are not alone
dresses and pink caskets
If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and
Art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene
We
to my pinnacle of becoming invincible
I'll remain lyrical down to the last syllable
I'm the voice of anybody who's ever felt invisible
By righteous
Leave you hanging by the neck with your organs spilling out
Outside their front porch till your momma blacks out!
Weeping at the carnage that I did to her
economy
New york is my city
Sort of like vice city
Up all night, to to sky, pink like white titties
Making the classic rthym, I'm having visions
And when I
trust, with evil fraudulent intent
Early mason presidents I know, this what they dreamt
So far there's only been one real president
The one percent is run
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One two three four!
Just a moment till you're just another
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
couch just sleeping
Po po pull up there's no knocking
Seconds later guns start popping
Same tactics that killed Breonna
Same police force choked out Floyd
nothing
Than meaningless growing from the floor
More and more and more
Hello, is there anybody home?
Hello...
Cmon... I’ve been knocking for hours
her sweet
Strike! Twice! OK so roll!
From Harlem! Strike one!
Harlem slum to penthouse block
On every door I already knocked
There wasn't anybody
sweet
Strike! Twice! OK so roll!
From Harlem! Strike one!
Harlem slum to penthouse block
On every door I already knocked
There wasn't anybody that
out loud, bringing the master out
And ain't nobody scary ever around you
It's only me, there will never be another
If anybody tries, they're likely
by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you,
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had gone a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there
Ya know nowadays I don't be out there searching for love and shit cause you
Know a lot of these females they ain't really about what they say
They be
the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
Black to the white
White to the black
Brown skin tone there's no coming back
Black to the white
White to the black
RIP George Floyd Nigga
Cops
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
the production with no introduction
Biz Mighty!
Anybody fucking with mine you get crushed
Soon as you get out of line you get crushed
We steppin' over your
Ask that nigga was he there for his niggas when they called and they needed him
I was flying please forgive me if I fall to my feet again
He don't
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