Lyrics:
Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By
the doctor comes out and says y'all come on in
He'll say she looks perfect then
Shake your hand and say now you'll understand
Things dads do
You'll
the melting pot
Chiek Anti Deop
Kemetic science drops
All nonsense stop
Turning the lights on
Our minds was in the dark from slavery
Read a book by J.A
Yeah
We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus
Hate is a sin dog, be real
(I got my hand on the pump)
You on Twitter in your feels
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
silver can
[Hook]
[Ready Roc]
Fuck it let's make it hot
I'm reppin' for all my blocks
Duckin', dippin' the cops
Ready runnin' the dock
Icarus in his sock
When I meet The Doctor
Once I prove my worth
And then I meet The Doctor.
What I've waited for since, since birth!
And with all his doctor wisdom
By
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
still some of y'all il say ya put your dick in her dough
You're just a nigga that life to her, she thought your crazy
Now your monkey ass want to shoot
dream, but in his
He grabbed the gun
Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
The cross, I had it all my life
The same height i'm trying to sneak sleep
the car wash now see you work and wash my shit punk
You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
nuts hang all out, boy
They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gon dress tighter
He dress white so we gon dress whiter
So in spite 'r anything you might?ve
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
this vile unbridled crew
They’re crouching on rooftops, watching every move
When you find yourself in silence, they’ve got their hands on you
Doctor
in the street
He keeps hearing noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
chapters
Original mission is bliss and all
But this admittedly is somewhat attractive, even if a little backwards
Smack dab in the middle of his palms
towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah, yo, check it
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firing
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can't walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand
was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When
count Fosco enters solemnly
Carrying his doctor's bag)
Miss Halcombe mi dispiace i'm
So terribly sorry
There is no easy way to say this your sister
She
Charles Barkley would be
played by Marcus Garvey
he'd be throwin people off his back and makin
sure they never got a rebound rebound / and
he'd throw it
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