Lyrics:
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
Beamer
Ngoma king, Beenie man, sim simmer
Shut dis ting down, takanochi dzima
KaNdex bae kandambo piwa
Kakango svikoti, "Nceli imali, khiwa"
Zvichireva
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
Hollow empty shell of a life
Armed with knowledge and a knife
Watching as the rails roll by
Somewhere under the San Jose sky
Born by the scripture,
me bring why'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it
keep running by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high!
I don’t bark, I steal money, dance
I don’t walk, nigga, we run this man!
Drop it to the floor,
Hall of indulgence, a room of demise
Find myself swayed by the Devil's lies
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Gambling away under brimstone sun
Make no
the shoe fits
Music moves from your heart
It’s the notes off the chart
It’s the flow from your start
It’s the lift in your arc
When the clock winds down
the shoe fits
Music moves from your heart
It’s the notes off the chart
It’s the flow from your start
It’s the lift in your arc
When the clock winds down
She don't want me leave and go nowhere, she said Beenie Man don't go, at the stage at my show she's hanging out she's even there at the front row
batty go suh (fling it up, gyal)
Bubble we a bubble yah suh
(Pam, we pussy fat, every man a say so) see it deh
Likkle miss, likkle miss born with
lets you know that smiling breaks the rules
Law breaker you know it could be me
And if you had your way we'd all be down
Under the face of a clock
As the plot thickens boy the clock keeps ticking
Time waits for no man word to watches on your wrists
I know you're hurting. All wounds heal in due
Too Real Under Sean Teachings, acronym for trust (trust)
Initials in the sheets, got my logo in the rug
Built-in alarm clock, ain't got to tell me
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she'll pick him
my kid
Their family my family their mother and I did
Discipline starts at home even if they can't stand you
Watch em' fights land, you clock em' right
Uh
Damn
Man
What up, Al?
We in Maine eatin' lobster and it's fresh out the dot
I'm like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on let that dry (uh)
I'm under pressure
Man wan' hex us, you know what hex is?
My uncle cursed them, they'll burn in their trenches
All got agendas, they all turned
[ performed by MC Lyte and Milk Dee ( ) ]
A friend of mine (Which one?) Cecilia
(Yeah?) has a man (so?) a dealer
(Which one?) Born - Born Supreme
Under the blackened sun
Under the blood red moon
The one who's tied to the clock hands
Is lost in times of gloom
Dark age man
Clockwork corpse
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
me when I'm workin'
Overly dedicated and overly medicated, for certain
By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these
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