Lyrics:
beautiful
We never gonna fold
The truth is getting told
Now its getting heard
Hear every word
You feel it's absurd
It's getting better
And you can ask KP,
the culture is safe pull up on me man I make you behave
Yeah man I wake up my **** & bake man I mix it mix it mix it
Yeah man I make all the hits you can't make
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
man used to whip
If the white man tries to whip me I back hand him
I pimp
I got black run through my soul bitch I don't walk
I limp
Mix the tracksuit
butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (yeah) fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got
know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around,
have you ever seen the soul of a cold man
Or understood how concrete gave birth to that rose man
You looking at a God in the flesh
I got The Blessing
Double on the rock I mix the spliff and that's my vice
We don't do no 50/50 yea I like to feel that spice
I ain't worried bout the damage rich soul I pay
No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man.
Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth left.
[Chorus]
I ain't never done shit
great is just absurd
Resting on trees hanging with birds
Wings caught on winter leaves
Predators and alleys like water and ice
"And those who were seen
no illusion or flukes that we doing
We movin' up fluently
No stopping' the movement whole shit is true indie
No major to shake up, the way we came up,
Manipulation by the media
Flipping your brain waves like an encyclopaedia
You made the news, off the views, that is true
You bought them views, that's a fluke
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it?
Rolling up the kush pack (You know?)
Thirty six thousand ho's hit em by the two's mix and matching
Feel this shit up in my soul to make a mill daily
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it?
I just wanna live and get as high as a bird
They say everything that's on my mind's absurd
I'm on my way up, higher power, higher living, how ya
people
Man I love my looks but I hate my feelings, becoming compressed by the ceiling, always confused by
These meanings, ay ay x will always be by my side
Dogg's gangsta rap song, Pearl Jam's Evenflow
It's like some crappy mix tape made by someone I don't know
Can't stand bandstand set lists, and Soul Train's
souls) those grounded I inspire to lift
'Em up, the holy ghost and the frquency of your audio speakers
There set on all that can reach us, by now were
You had me right in the palm of your hand
Gave you my soul, I was at your command
You had control,
How, I don't understand but it's over now
your penny's worth
At a threshold, behold the man but a few words
A part of some sourceless song, look like revenge of the nerds
Absurd
Back
of liters of blood
It doesn't run it just flows like a chunk
Selling my soul to make all of them run
Track them by tears with this loaded up gun
Shoot
fuck the soul
What other nigga do you know that can handle this
Hijack the pussy from the back and dismantle it
It sounds kind of difficult, but it ain't
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
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