Lyrics:
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
slippin by the seaside
But my name ain't on your knife
I'll be real, no one bored me, left his fit the same color as the racing car Roary
Shots pissed,
man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home,
man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home,
high I keep a Hi-Tek like the producer
Pap ripped the Desi, till that clip is empty
Man I'll have black buried in the cemetary
Go 'head get your
to the liquor house
I'm hit the fucking strip but I'm a go the liquor house
I'm thirsty I'm thirsty man I'm fucking thirsty
I can drink of G but that shit
in him
There lies a prison within
Erected over time by his own mind
Built out of guilt and sin
That needs to be forgiven
By himself and no one else
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
Illtown, down the hill
[Chorus]
[Vin Rock]
This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man J Scratch in the house, ya know what I'm saying?
And oh
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
had no flaw
Everywhere he travelled
People loved him and they sought him
His name was Muhammad
Yeah we say Peace Be Upon Him
This man, loved by all
He
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
waitin' for the pot to boil
Man, I can't wait to see your rock from orbit
Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight
Time for me to bring Brad
built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city in the mountains is a boy without
he walkin? His feet does not touch the ground man I swear to God man
Yo he forreal
Yo watch out for him!
on the river
There is a girl without a dream
I'm sorry
Eastern to mountain, third party call
The lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But
twenty-thou' and then be out
Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Built like a steroid, pat down Dan Aykroyd
My seeds, run with his seeds, marry
twenty-thou' and then be out
Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid
Built like a steroid, pat down Dan Aykroyd
My seeds, run with his seeds, marry
traffic
Got hit by semi
She lived her name is Kim West
OK ya feel me?
There's too much death upon our bikers
The street got enough pain
They don't bleed
You can't keep me down
The beast brand is strong
To each man, his own
For every Tameka Mallory in the cold hand o' Jones
Get up like Jayla Rose so
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
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