Lyrics:
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day by day
Baayi ma dem baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day
the wolves my Fangs grow a couple inches
What happened to me
My sense of humor loss misplaced Within the darkness
The fire behind my eyes is hidden by dark
knee caps
Know we seen the same things
So lemme recap
Started with a fire down under
Creatures by the billion misplaced
Then commanders in Iran got
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
I need you to give me love
Give me love when the lights on me
Won't you promise that you'll stand by me
And we might make love in the club in
Na mój nowy album wszystko musi się zgadzać
Dzwonię do ciebie, by powiedzieć
Że nie mogę gadać piszę chore rzeczy
Musisz koniecznie je zbadać
Chcę ci
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
the streetlight watchin' society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the 'cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try
DJ turn it down
"Big drip", these be hand-me-downs
She on her knees, can't stand me now
I'm by myself, yuh, smoking up
I'm by myself just rolling up
I was born by the river
Place I am delivered
From all the sins that left my body quivered
Walked in shivered
Water was too cold
A small price to pay
Oakland, California
And let me take you to by the Bay
In Oakland, California
Huh, I know a girl from
From Oakland, California
I know a place
Called Oakland,
is like the eulogy for Huey P
Written by Ruby Dee but ministered by Uni-G
Woo hey, hey ho, we gonna take our freedom if you didn't hold on
Uhh This is
Cos I came from home
Last man
Who's standing right by God
Who never gon sell him soul
Cut the weed And
He cut the coke
Cos I
Cos I came from home
18
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
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