Lyrics:
A leopard with a harmless kid lay down
And not one savage beast was seen to frown
The wolf with the lamb, can dwell in peace
His grim carnivorous
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
suit
Crew astute, knowledge like a physicist
Secretly a Russian spy twisted
By the pyramids is it my fault they feel me
More than they feel you?
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
the Dallas Mavericks
Sayin' anything you want, you can have it
That's Harlem World, I get on my grizzly savage, see?
From the first day, we laid eyes
thinking 'bout them ill moves
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove
Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start
They could
Why you looking at me
Sideways like I got
Something all up on my face
Why you standing by
While I'm feelin my vibe
Is there something that you wanted
like some danger now
Get out (x 4)
Kids were standing by my side (we’re at war)
But now it looks like I’m down,
I’m occupied
Kids were taking my castle
on the nap-kin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It ain't no reason lookin for it -- ain't no fuckin flaw
I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw
judge each other by the color of our skin
It's of no relevance to our intelligence
I rest my case with a fresh taste of elements
And we're (out there,
God
Got cuz you
By my side ma
Everybody
Ain't blessed
To have a woman like ya
Up
In they life
You my queen
And my valentine
Momma
My guide
I survive
or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table with the fancy
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
It's breaktime these kids is caught like Dateline
Deep fine abletorate if you dare to take mine
Jena si we don't give a fuck color us eyes guys
Women
no color, no race
They don’t even have a name
Everyone passes by, doesn't see
And no one dares say
What would be better not said
What I gotta say
At the end of the path
Waiting for the bloodbath
Gun in my backpack
I like pretty colors
I'm a maniac
I like taking cover
I'm a psychopath
I like
I see them looking at me different, blame it on my color
Like why you acting like God didn’t want us to love each other
This for my other brother
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I'm
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
machine?
Some writer is by the fridge.
He said he didn't make the gig.
We wants to know if I was drunk.
He said the kids that he knows from the net said
could the world revolve around me (I guess I'm just quirky that way)
If I'm the same as half the kids my age regurgitating
There's a game called life
It
The Best Days Of Our Lives
VS1
When you’re holding my hand it’s like we’re nineteen again
And when you smile that smile, ooh yeah it drives me wild
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