Lyrics:
Sean
That's on lil' A from FLA
Out here in LA, tryna make shit shake
Tryna wrap this case (Whoa)
That's a whole 120k to the magistrate for my parents'
can't obligate time
For things that are wastes
Living free no magistrate
I'll tear you up, exacerbate, if you dare step into my way
I file my brain it
youth
Or maybe I’m takin’ The Magistrate out of context
But I don’t get this concept
If I’m being honest with you
I don’t know if The Narrow Way is
evacuate
No more rats and snakes, I go eradicate
I am the magistrate, I hate ratchetness
PatChat here to judge like I got a damn gavel
I hit the streets I'm
if you aint the magistrate
You mad im straight
Youtalk about me out of anger yeah that’s mad hate
Im smiling at the money
Im doing mad great
My math
Right of defense denied, magistrate of death
Stop the death row machine, black lives matter
Free Mumia Abul-Jamal
We are at war until you are free
They
the prep
And a bean on the jet
But I Lean to the left and I swang hoe
These niggas all about a bank roll.
But me I’m a magus not magistrate
Projecting
confess
On a bench to da magistrate
Sketch homies agitate
Fabricate want us in shackles upstate
When I rap its u rats I eradicate
Johnny law wanna
the magistrate he says
'Your skin
'Your bones
'They all belong to me' so I
I ran
I fell
Off the sidewalk and into the street
(Then out the corner of my eye
of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who's the fool who wears
here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice
And not for gain
But the magistrate
Sent me away
Now kings will rule
And the poor will toil
Empire; a faithful Senate, wise and upright counsellors and magistrates, a loyal nobility, and a dutiful gentry; a pious and learned and useful clergy;
find yourself.
You are the vicious magistrate.
You are the sum of everyone's hate.
From the eternal sea you rise,
Raising the armies that hasten demise.
Hard
Written by Tim Lynch
The magistrate came by my house, to marry me and my woman, in a room full of doubt
My dad was there, when I went to jail,
I've been choking in the collar
Tippy-toe on 808s, lay the law like magistrate
Gatorade like Everglades, electrolytes like working days
I'm working
I call the magistrate for the sentence
Rolling blunts in the restroom
Write my rhymes with a pencil
I'm Shakespeare with the pencil
You can ask my
the calm before the storm
Mr. Prince of Babylon
Batter stepping on
Addict
Magistrate is getting warm
I let'em have a savage with his weapon drawn
Refreng:
the middle of a crisis
Wheres our separation of church and state?
Are we a nation under God or under magistrate?
When the gavel crashes down it decides your
segregate
Anyone can get it, even the magistrate
I calibrate license plates of featherweight nation states
I hyphenate across several station gates (Wooo!)
niggas that's doin 8
Got other niggas who aint got a date
Cause they pending case
From the magistrate
Lookin at they plates
Thinkin bout escape
Free all
the Bushwick Bolsheviks
We don't know what it means so it's gotta be obscene
Fundie trustees of taste magistrates of all disgrace
Anarchist anarchist cease
No hope to be found from the magistrates
We set hearts ablaze to warm the hands of the devout
Processions carve through the finest armor
An armistice
a babe babe babe
Magistrate
Running late
For my case case case
I don’t break or divide
But the stakes fucking high
I could race for a prize
In this game
magistrate
Y'all can try to take the drip just know it won't evaporate
I'm cold but at the same, my flow alone still pack a blaze
Since Motorola jacks
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