Lyrics:
many souls to change
So mother and child while traveling to Deli
Have to jump off a burning train
While the puppet rich bible class third world
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I know we'll be alright
From
the culture used to build a hip hop nation
From the basement to the attic, where cookie show for magic
It's what we told the world when we said our lives
into the now
That's all it takes to be free
And if the real world
Is so far away
You could always visit
And stay for a day
If the real world
Is so far
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
on the right moment (They won't catch me slippin')
We went from cream to sendin' boxes, how that time fly (Time fly)
And how we lose a J8 in a drive-by? (Oh my
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, I only guessed it
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam
from the south (playaz from the south ? ? ? gs)
That muthafuckin g
I got beats by the pound, just like quarter keys
Klc put it on the scale so y'all
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
seals, tracing a thin line of blood
In the west, the twilight takes the skies
""The whole world, will never be the same""
In the third cycle
The powdered milk that the adverts sell
To third world mothers deprived and ill
The little tins of milk-white-lies
For the starving child that wants
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
Masters of war
Build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
Yeah
had a seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If it's more than a quarter million, I'll count it twice
Pucci
calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sending me mail
Heard the block's in the same shape
Ain't nothin' changed
Niggas slangin' at the same place
Torrent, if the idea's sound,
A world where thoughts are downed, reasoning profound.
Babies from SF movies, in a hundred years will play,
Time machines by
visit
Got me hoppin' fences
Droppin' rocks, but I'm survivin' from these snitches
And ain't no coppin' knots, juss coppin' Yola
Youngsta caught up in
off with the mask that is now worn
Devil man look around, see his world torn
What do you know about the secret we stole
And the story that's been told?
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
its second day
In his image this voice made a man
And a woman to love each other
They became the rulers of the world
And the third day was their
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