Lyrics:
been doing this for years that's the expectation
Who the sickest here rapper you need some education
That’s Q U to the 3 3 Z Y
Don’t call me short cause
They mad at us, ain't adding up
I had to saddle up
The horsepower loud battalions
I'm battle ready been steady
From the 3 or the mid
The shot wetty
rhymes on a page
Of 3 by 5 notebooks I buy at Rite Aid
And I like to write 'em
With a Pilot Precise 5
Rolling ball, black ink in extra fine
I don't need
Riding in the Hood
Heard the Big Bad Wolf said he never used the n-word
He huffs and puffs, he'll snuff you in an alley
But the Three Little Pigs scurry
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
in the open sea
You don't wanna be torn and getting tortured
One, two
One, two, three go
You don't wanna be caught in shallow waters
You don't wanna be
I been hurting but I got faith
I get by
Day by day
No Exercising got to watch my weight
I'll be great
All star game
Soon I'll be
Your top three
Found
man, Ima shine like the sun (At all!)
Like the Warriors, game three, man we already won (Chi-ching!)
To me these rappers is food
Put a fork in him, he
you come and fuck with me girl I was good by myself
It's a silent battle, look
Don't nobody know when you was going through the pain
So you had to do it
Bound by their sacrifice, forever as one
From Cemetery Ridge to the orchard's plight
Three days of battle, three days of fight
The Union holds,
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
cry no more
But bear the sentence of a trial by fire
The sentence shall be trial by fire
Voices raised in a hymn of praise
To the glory
If I had counted one two three before I made you cry
If I had counted four and five and made another try
If we had counted six seven eight and made
been fightin' with my heart, so it been hard for the sleep, I trade my happiness for money, cause it's all that I need, and it's a letter to D3, woah,
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
くたびれきったTシャツの
シミも増えるほどに
あいまいなまま忘れちゃいたいの
Let it go now
とびこえて
One, two, taste the love
And three, four, cry a lot
So what did I get?
That's all I have
way I'd see you 'round every corner
In my dreams, obsessed I cry over
I've had one too many close calls
And you'd be one if I had it all
Bit by bit I
a little time for me uh uh uh
So many tears so many fears
You're making it so hard to bear
But I'm always here always here
Stood by your side all the way
I let the time go by
Watching all the people sigh
There is a battle cry
It's for my Black Life
And as the seasons change
It'll be the same thing
Like
no future unemployment on the rise
No one listen to the kids or the people's cries
Then out of the garbage a new voice was heard
There was a cry out
With hobbled horses and broken men, we still fight a war we cannot win,
Battle cries that went unheard, likely just misunderstood.
If you won't hear
It's all been said, it's all been done
The war is over, the battle's won
Sour grapes, sweet revenge
Heaven starts right where hell ends
She was
You gave me something that'll get me
High when I feel low
Cries for help go unheard
Never by you though
Attention seeking, so absurd
That was never
It's bottles and bibs
Rattles and cribs
3 AM's again and again
Comfort the cry
Man it's flying by
Swings and slides
And tricycle rides
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