Lyrics:
Like blessin' with the same mouth
While cursin' in the same breathe
Or livin' life dyin' death, so deceived to the eye
How red blood is blue
side of the tracks
The facts are tricky to explain
Cold front bearing down
Blowing in from Birmingham
By dawn the window's wet with icy rain
six-year old body
Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street
Little kid handle my face-its not me in the driver seat
Father comes out screaming
Sounds like a lot of hoopla to make over a little Krabby patty, right?
Alright, see this one, this one's called chef
(Scratch Mixed It)
One's
to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by
twenty dollars and it wasn't worth a buck
Hustled to a losman down Poppies Lane
By a Javanese guy in a tropical rainstorm
Lock up your daughters, I've been
a tasty anarcho-pie - Ace vegan food for you and I
Take eight ounces of pastry and, leaving a little bit aside, roll out two equal portions each a quarter
No one ever loved me like you do
Baby, you know by now you're a part of me
(The sweetest little part of me)
I live to show you how you're the heart
Grasp this hazed proprtion.
Alright now I'll be fair
I'll just pull you by your hair
I just kick from time to time
And then I'll love you in
Follow these thoughts through the maze of life
Amazed by the little things that catch my eye
Not knowing what to do, where to go, what to be
But I
Alright you all
It's Keke P, huh I'm flappin'
We're doin' it real big uh huh
Woke up in the morning
And I see the sunshine
Only got the summer time
homie
Tamales
Coma yermas
we finally pulled into the driveway
Along the way we past by a thousand taco stands
The sun is shining it's a brighter day
I
richer everyday by staying here, alright?
The melodies that cue the needs
Will pollinate with their refrain
Today we're believers
Today we're
silhouette shrinks down
I feel my face grow a little frown
That moves through the night into a lighter shade of blue
And I fall for something new
I fall for
SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"
Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux
child by the hand
Put a smile on the child's face
So scared of those brother
Always feeling so alone
Now won't you please take the time to right the wrong
Es muy bueno!
It's Friday night i call up B Fin
I'mma fly by with the Henn
He on deck with a zone of cush
I'm fresh off a car wash
It feels good
can count your lucky stars
We came here two by two
And he called on me and you
Love me true
You know not what you do
Little lords children washing up in
gotta hold on, hold on
Babe, you gotta hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, God bless your little crooked heart
You've seen my smile, took your heart by surprise
Its like magic, suddenly your mind is photographic
You can see me right by your side
Right out
the increase gettin jack right in front of me
So I pull the tech close, my finger's on the trigger
Don't want to get wet, so they step
Cause mine's is slighty
that tuck that
My night looking bright
My fronto by lighter
You can ride if I like ya my baby
Yellow belt, baby blue top but she been around
But
key
Under the mat
For my little bro
Shorty’s ass is fat
That’s what this film is for
VHS camcorder
Pointed
Like a rifle
Wit a scope
Aimin at a Pope
Filthy blue jeans
Tennessee whiskey
My home is protected by the good Lord
Holler if you here me
If you getting near me
The forty forties get
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