Lyrics:
my turf
Speaking my ism to bitches
That look like snacks call them strawberry fudge
Got bottles of different flavors
Sippin champagne on the rocks
Iced
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't
Hit me with your ism
Lay it on me, make me listen
Spit that sweet philosophism
If it gets you through your day
I'm in need of ammunition
To release
hoes make hoes nigga
Yea
I make hoes make hoes mane I love it here
Yea
I make hoes make hoes nigga
This ism out the muh fuckin stratosphere
This ism out
you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase
Talking:
Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night,
welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism.
Now since this is my intro, I'ma
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism
Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, I don't know
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give
Ism.
Ism knows how to manifest.
N*gga you can't do shit for me.
What you mean, I can't do shit for you?
You sad you just yo nails did, I can take care
about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism
Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, I don't know
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love?
We make time to debate religion
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love
We make time to debate religion
to mind my ism (ism)
And stay my ballin' ass out the way (out the way)
I don't like funkin' (uhn-uhn)
Got to watch my back break every day (every day)
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love
We make time to debate religion
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we ride
I can't be bothered with
Self-suicide and trap-rhymes
I be on the truth
If it's written down or clapped nines
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
This for all my brick city ballers
All the people from the slums and the villages
Slumvillage T.W.IsM. (Shaq)
ism
Together we sound like a symphony
I know why they hating
They know imma make it
They say imma go down in history
As one of da greatest it aint no
-ism, nigga
Never been the middle man
And for the skrilla
I'd kick ya shit in like Timberlands
I deal -ism, nigga
Never been the middle man
And for
We missed to rid
The goddamn materialism
And go back to a world of no isms
No materialism
No fascism
No racism
Just have a look at the poor and try
Dream of Kareem when I joined the team
Like LeBron and AD trying to win a ring (Ism)
Couldn't control me, I was Mamba Kobe, I was Wan Kenobi
I was young
808 Mafia
The Cupid pad, the Cupid pad
Cupid, ooh
You boys tryin' too hard (too hard), it's in me, not on me (nah)
Ism is (ridiculous) niggas
Brotha-man
Uh huh...
Til the other man is my Brotha-man
So much ism-Schism
Misunderstanding
Has made us blind
We're running' out of time
How Long?
How Long
I'm out here eatin' baby I ain't got no reservations
Now you could either eat with me or end up devastated
I keep it pimpin' the isms on which I'm
éjszakákon. Refr: ism:
Mit ér az élet nélküled
ha nem vagy itt velem
oly boldog volt veled az életem.
Nélküled elveszek
ez az egész egy
hallik,
Az ég dörren
- Átkozott fej
(ism: Átkozott fej)
Az én fejem -
Átkozott fej
Te fölötted.
(ism:
Föld kerekén,
Akármerre:
Az én
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