Lyrics:
agwara'mu na Skillful Kennis, bu sun nu
Bu yellow in color
Right now
All the time
Men am shining 'n'
My sun gonna shine
Uh, Abum, nwa nkwo Ishii na nkwo
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
monuments
Erected by men they still remember that time
Mmmmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmm
Old stones do not get younger,
And they do not stop aging
They remember in
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
which says "God Bless All Here"
His guitar sounds like a wardrobe, and it's out of tune at that
His singin' voice it ranges from a sharp to a flat
He's
to do
Taken away just to learn God name
To the pastors and Nuns hell will reign
Pray to the children who never got to grow
Taken by monsters no remorse
bowed before the deities
Was surrounded by shadows, demons and sacred monsters
Who took her spirit and forged it from all
The creative forces of the world
slow
I like to gain mo', mental men blow
I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned
But, how can you function without any plan
to put it in your
Pass the carnival, the Merry-Go-Round
Goin' up the mountain, to the Indian burial ground
Nothin' but glowin' eyes on the hounds
Sounds of howls, but
and the dark
So there's nothing amiss
I'd rather die than see bondage, my nigga
Ain't jumping the ship, bitch
I'll die by the trigger
Protecting the home, shit
the government everybody just dey hustle men
Project monologues from the pits of the synagogue
We been at odds while y’all ignore the pedagogue
Mere mortals in
Spill 'em out, we'll meet our end
Suffocated by mountains of words
We just have to act it sounds absurd
Men among boys and boys among men
They all
clear bring that funk to your ear
Surround the all-around true sound that got em here
Let me volunteer my sediments it goes better when
Six men light them
of my fans, if I did, it would sound wrong
I will never try convincing you dummies, this isn't a town hall
Never look down, never look down, just look
the best for the witching hour
Sing it louder sound for sore ears take flight
Stage life stage fright find a way to break that transcend
And really
times ten now I am at the brink
Of collapsing from exhaustion I think
Six days have gone by but for me just a blank
So put me in a deep freeze
Lock me up
wise when the sound blend
Of barriers of mach speed, wild pen
Lines that you countin' to drown trends
Of clown men, who hardly stand out
And they sound
Wisdom peaks for the sound
Search, study astound
Entwined and bound, get out
Head for the mountains - deep in the forests
Just make it hard for you to be
stand on my word like a vow that's on Bible
Till every concert sound like a recital
Till every dead beat sound like the revival
Of the heart of hip hop
sound official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest niggas on this shit, go in)
[Ghostface Killah]
Left the buildin on start up, heavy
Niggaz couldn't take
gifts to bring
They were guided by the light
They chased a brand new star
Ever towards the west
Across the mountains far
But when it came to rest
They
watching so I am always entertaining,
Told God I wanted to grow, it started raining, so I Have been playing with the mud and the dirt,
Tell the men
to heat up, you gon' need a fan or you must need a tan
This that Usain 100 meter man, I'm the leader man
This that champagne by the liter man, yellin' We
monsters
Volatile, reactive, sound explosive, but to ossicles are magic
From common griots, the lawman's articles are evil and backwards
Flaunt not
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