Lyrics:
over beats from the tabletops
Ay! That's how it is in a police state
When your life is just a number and release date
When you're rehabilitated so
your legs
Your vagina's sewn up, untie the thread
My sublime rhyme inside your head
Your mind is rushing, vagina gushing
Another chick in the corner
in the water of the
Soup of the metrics
Skin tone as an as-needed
Hat trick
Family from the old and the new
World ghettos
Oppression olympics
Medaled
arms, in my mind all the time
I wanna keep you right by my side 'til I die
I'm gonna hold you down and make sure everythin' is right wit' you
You can
yours
To my people in B-More, the world is yours, the world is yours
All my peoples in VA, the world is yours, the world is yours
In the nation's
alone
The pain in your heart is strong
Baby let me hold you in my arms
Let me be your protector from harm
Cause no one should be alone
On Christmas
from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my
little own world
I'm in my little own world
I'm in my little own world
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Eat by myself
All by myself
Dance by myself
Live by
eight stars, don't give me no C in this life
I'm just glad that my young born kids won't have you as a daddy in this life
Hold your L, you prick
F you,
around my neck
I feel like Michael Phelps
Was in the hole for thirty days
It made me fight myself
You know these hoes got dirty ways
That's why I like
a woman
I’m a man
You’re a woman
I’m a man
You’re the only one I need
Tonight
Fill of right
Moon light shing bright
Let me hold you tight
In my arms
Your
See as I day grind, grind, grind for you my love
No do gra, gra for me, oh why
You for dey whine, whine, whine for me, my love
Beauty sent from above
hold it up to the speakers
And you let Luther do your talkin' for you
And Luther break it down like
Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit
Leyline
Alkahestry, shifting your history
Bringing that inner peace, or you’ll leave in
Pieces, solar systems in my thesis
Thesis counting solar system
And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to scar on your eye
Hard to die,
it is, nigga?)
But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80's (that's right)
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa, whoa
I go, I go, I go get it
I
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
You know who it is without
A doubt or hesitation (yeah)
If money talks
I got my master's in communications (Haha)
But you can't hold a conversation
slaying
Separating all the hatred,
from the hater's hating
Not wrecking my reputation
Just for retaliation,
it's embedded in my head
when my pen is
that when you start talkin’ ‘bout
Houston and don’t mention us
I’m suffering, my heart is in pain
I’m a madman ‘cause the whole world is insane
I read
You Putin in, time is on my side
Yes it is, see you've fallen
Your hate is revolving
As the world turns
What goes around comes around
Watch yo ass burn
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
Murder all around the whole world is nausiatin'
Everybody's hatin', everybody overrated
Why everybody's actin' agitated
I thought we graduated back in
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