Lyrics:
on the minister, scope full while I'm sticking ya
And roll a dutch
Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now
Hold Keiths smile on the prowl
My lifestyle
the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it
I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket
You know (I know) You know (I know)
You
plenty that will overflow
So come by next year
We'll strike the day
And a hundred corpses will block the way
Distracted by fear
We'll celebrate
"Knife crime is at a near record high
With more than forty blade offenses every day in London"
"At a youth club in South London
Not far from
watch.
June 29th
birds wrong for the hour
Now: speak
day one all this will belong
to those
who own it already
Eat ---
go still a thing like you invincible
We in a race with the unknown
Walkin’ on these streets with no lights on
We’re tryin’ to navigate how to get home
Ready for the day when we can rest
of how to go about it
And i know that i can't doubt it
Or my future sets for bounty
And in pressure from the county (county)
And without it i'm insane
By
Tuna bambika, is a song geared towards hard work and urban life. Lanie banks says the youth should work hard but at the same time target their
Lost in translation, but we found a way
Tokyo city escape in shades of grey
In this urban jungle where dreams sway
Chasing dreams and a purpose,
the distance,
Starin' out from this prison of urban existence
So I saddle up an' I go back now an' then,
To remember who I was an' just forget where I am
day I work in the shade of the maples
Where the air smells like a childhood lost
And I'm gonna get it built without a leak, without a tilt
And we'll
Thuggin' every day lately
Lord knows I'm livin' wrong
I pray to God he don't take me
Hangin' out the window
Chopper beatin' like Tay Keith
'Cause I can't
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
a jigsaw piece, in the bigger picture
We're getting older, feeling those aches and pains
We know the faces, can't remember the names
That day is creeping up
shower of radioactive moonbeams
cascades from the tops of nearby urban structures
causing indescriminate loss of limb to several innocent passers by
One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Back in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
the street one day
It wasn't in Philadelphia, thank god
I was talking into a walkman, not a Pac Man
Suddenly, I was surrounded by a a gang of young, rough,
the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin
Welcome to this world of competition
Infrastructural chaos around hightech urban areas
Man has created a technological masterpiece
Our day has lost its
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
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