Lyrics:
Got work (slight work)
D-Town to the DMV
Diplo wassup
Finally got your girl going crazy
Drunk white bitches (work it, wo-wo-work it, oh)
I can
Work of Art
V1
Your life is not a completed film
Directed by that Alan Smithee guy
Your life it is an empty grey wall
In search of a framed
hundred years
Walk into store
There them go stare
White something
Don't make me scared
I make art
Can't fit in head
Black man express
Can't comprehend
We
to separate
Racism fathered race to hold humans in their place
Based on what the white man had to say who he enslaved
Foundation of economy is racial ideology
From a man to the werewolf Within
Wolfman jack is back
Animal latching his canines
Beast like Hank McCoy
Raise a cult like the Manson case Files
No coffee in the AM yea I only sip Jack
She likes to lick the cocaine off my mustache
White girl with the sun tan, drink out the bottle rug rat
I
what art and skill!
The time is slow in afterglow
The time is slow
The house that Jack built, obsessed with antiquity
The throne of all murderers under
decided to go comercial
I mite pop on Spotify Essentials
Don’t mention
Mamey
Unless is to say
My english is subpar
How you think I made it this far?
By
worth it
Of course that rap is worth it get free shit from my city that's certi
& I love my city that's facts moulded by council flats
No ball games but
the awakening
What has been hidden is now become
Behold the awakening
The awakening
High high
Black and white march side by side
In this fight to liberate,
Jack
Ayo B, my name is Jack
Or P.Dough and don’t ask whys that
Crap
Bird just shat on my Lonsdale creps
I gotta take em back
Bro put hash in the dash
We
don't know what's up with this
Doin drama like dis do', yo check it out check it out
My vendetta in this form of musical song
Is to enlighten
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
that's standing fat with your rack
Let's get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it
on ya door if ya bracket is right
Get up in ya face, Full Metal Jacket type
Private Pyle ya head by goodnight
And move on to ya neighbors like its
don't know what's up with this
Doin drama like dis do', yo check it out check it out
My vendetta in this form of musical song
Is to enlighten
I told my mama
I'm gonna start a band
We got friends
We don't need no fans
I told my mama
I'm gonna make a film
We got friends
We don't need a team
I
through your veins
Take me to Florence, Canon film on the train
Guarded by your heart, are we fine art
Favorite hand to hold, man you're so smart
You say
the smack down, no WWE
White chicken is the finest meat
You could see me up at KFC
Yeah 'cause you know that we eat
You could still see me in the streets
(Repeat 3x)
Armed with tools of love, lust and charm You'll always be safe in my arms
There's no one else for me, your heart is mine! Blessed by Venus,
brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So, Yeah, uppers
16 is pint-sized to me
Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil' homie from the hood)
Hey, with a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah, bitch, I look good)
'cause one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight, a fight,
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