Lyrics:
Jim Crow
We all know of Mr. Crow but is he dead?
His message is still widespread
In our nation's figureheads
Dread
I dread the day when my brother asks
you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
You
you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
You
Protected by my ancestors hey cracka you aint fooling me
What about the Red line call it fed line
Jim Crow creeping up on ya bed Side
Front runner
Oh...
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid
We're the hardest artists
Johhny Walker
Jim Beam
Or Jack
Need a pal a day
Bring your I.D
You might get carded
Vodka
Cider
Champagne
Or Alize
Work, eat,
The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned
a friend, saw you was pretend
Wet like I'm Kobe other niggas not my peers
Getting better by the day and by the years
Would it make sense if I quit
Look
together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia
I always thought that we would change the world one day
My brothers and me
I would write some songs
Jim would climb atop the tallest tower
Mark, I
for my cup.
I long for you all day and when the eve’s begun,
I wonder why I ever gave you up.
I can’t forget the day we met, the night so fine.
It
the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
Now our new foreman was Jim McCann
By blazes, he was a callous man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in
Stop tryin' to take our money
Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To can't trust this
Like F Jim or Hyatt
laughing
Laughing at what?
Los Angeles, eight days in
And our sense of irony's running pretty thin
All the friends we've made
Piano interlude not
too we walked along in our brand new shoes
Took them off by the stream waded into the water green
Oh-my-my oh-me-may everybody did that day
My dog Pete
Jim we're gonna get your bike back
The blue bike that brought you love
We know it's got white mudguards
You dirty thievin' slugs
You better ride it
them both
'Cause I just loved the music we were makin' and wanted to get it out
Around 2006, I met my fifth and final manager, Jason Murray
He was
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
day but Saturday be my day
I'm rolling with the Soul on skates
I can't wait
Time to let the good times roll
Let's lose control
When Sunday come, we
And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force
Guyana
And I'm glad he made it
And my Grandma met Jim Jones
He said that glitter gold, she had to hit the road
Said little baby
I'm just tryna reach
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
the seas apart
On the day we met I began to want you
On the day we met I began to lose you too
Both of us circling around the moon
Both of us circling
wrote a letter to my home.
It was just the other day
I was drinkin' on my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know.
He said your mother's dead
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