Lyrics:
disrespect, for losin' sweats
You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check
So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight
Have you fly, F.B.I.
much knowledge
Yet we never felt
So lost
A future, has never been
So hard
This is a twenty first century complaint
You lie
Under
This life's
Pressure
licks your plate squeaky clean
[verse2]
Sharing a vision with your chosen guest
A domination of dominos is best
One world order bought at any store it’s
There he is on the top of a mount
Sharing biscuits with his dog
Meaning he in the general sense of the word,
As he is all of us here.
And his dog
what I can't see
For you are the shephard and I shall not want
to front, yes to be blunt, I won't flunk
For I am blessed with the gift of knowledge
where was you?
Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two
I ain't tryna kick knowledge, just a pair of graphic parables
Grew up, spent
I've got a rabbit, it likes to hop
I've got a girl and she likes to shop
The other foot looks like it won't drop
I had an uncle and he got shot
and the planets and the moons and the stars
About the nature of man
About knowledge where some don't understand
And you had to show and prove, and you had
cap, all white fours by sidestep
Ina di store me got licence, timeless, shop pan high end
Ina di private jet me got flight track shit thats high tech
Each of us lives, dependent and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness
All that is what we call "reality"
Nigga better jump when i walk
mixtapes
Everyone I meet shop a beat or a mixtape
See they plan to enslave
And make a billion dollars just off inmates
Clone meat your intake
Chicken
more than sharing knowledge
It's, what, what is it? it's
Ask any attorney
When the Jury's out
There is not a care in the world be
We sit and talk shit
intoxicated)
Mix it right my gin and tonic (by their knowledge, captivated)
Shop to drop all the products (and hypnotic-notic-notic)
What we want is new melodic
I'm going to be sharing a mantra with you to start our journey. That is the csatoma mantra and this mantra has three parts. The first part is asking
Same style, same flow
That's a gołąb
Always take but never ever give
That’s a gołąb
Sharing lies and spreading fibs
That's a gołąb
Didn’t buy shit
the lines are so dangerous, I ought to be locked up
This rhyme doesn't require prime time
I'm just sharing thoughts of mine
Back again cause I knew you wanted
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
sayin', we gon' take y'all back to the source
Through knowledge, yo
When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine
ebbing away
Somewhat reconciled
Calm as a grave
Not without resentment
All that knowledge gone to waste
A taxi sweeps by
The wee wee hours asleep
A fox
Push into the local scene
Every place needs a king and queen
Dynasties of coffee shops and book fair kids
Trivia and math camp wiz
Where are those
On promenades where drunks propose
To lonely arcade mannequins
Where ceremonies pause
At the jewelers shop display
Feigning casual silence
In
you serious
I’m to the neck
I’m on my own shit period
I just found out I’m eleven percent Liberian
(Yeah)
Knowledge I’m sharing em
It’s power so they
pints of lean and still sippin'
Gassin' my lungs every minute
Never the type to admit it
Sharing they knowledge, they trippin'
Never no talking, no
with soul
Bstroy Bstroy
I got it on a call
Rick Owens down
I dont shop at the mall
Cartier frames
In my bag
Im a ball
I was teaching the fash
In
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