Lyrics:
I'm rocking like I am John Lennon
Superstar status now I need a rockstar
She bad, she got a body and a face card
Since a younging I been that man in
that dope boy shit nigga
(Ya dig) Ya smell me
(Can't) fuck wit' ya
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Your reign on the top, short like leprauchans
I came through in
through this annihilation, I'm gonna set it off right now
Cause I'm in a fit of a sorts, so I gotta intervene
I be killing em' off, put em 8 feet deep
In
careful, that chick belongs to Smokey Joe"
'Till from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by
It's 3am, in a wrecked up pub
Fireplace don't look at me as I was high
Jim and Jack are good allies
But if you're frighten at night then come
cnd
Smoke clouds swirled around your head from fine cigars
In Hollywood circles you would run but never hide
Were you a pioneer Jim
Whisked off
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
a sack of rocks right under it
The funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it
***Thinkin' 'bout the time that's gone by
lettin' out all pain I've held deep down inside.
There ain't no doubt there's been hell in my life.
just
north, like six four in orbit
Pray through the gates, always ready to skate
Better level up quick before you meet an early fate
Now I heard there's a Jesse
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
got stabbed in the back again
Just came out the pen now he back again
Judge slapped the ten for he mazza
You better back your friend in the passa
Right
come home from work!
Ooh! Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you
Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam
Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen
Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream
And then I woke up,
Ok, ok (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this)
Jim Jones nigga
(you know) , Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA)
Aka Jim Caso (lovely
hopeless treated like animals getting hunted by these Poachers
Or these slave masters in jailhouses we remain captured
Tryna make sure my thinking don't stay
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
sentient beings
Has led to this current situation
Now unless you been blessed with the ability to manipulate your destiny
Stick your head back in its hole
feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick
burdens now
When the load bear down so heavy
The weight is shown upon my brow
There's a sweet relief in knowing
That the Lord will make a way somehow
From
all my dreams
(Live out my dreams)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga ride
For the coke I would sleep hard
But the game drove me nuts, in
lost and claimed
'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same
Jim's the rider of riders, J are's
on that healin'
For the sake of my children
I'm out here in these streets dealin'
Coke
Then I'm stopped by the feelins
Before I'm sent to the jailhouse
For
been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
VERSE 1
Ayye got the OG’s whip now I got my boo in the ride
The AC
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