Lyrics:
The shift of consciousness
Switch up, witness this
The world's not flat,
But it's still a flop
Thank god
A simple plan and I'm just a kid who never
in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap
yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back
Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me
Never show envy, got
and a woman that stands by me
So don't get upset when you can't find me
Don't tie me down,
I'll come around when my business is through,
I know you had
of debatin' slanderers, challengers, what are you after, all is not terminal, non-commercial circle, peace to the creator, who flows me through the hurdles,
the view
Wait until the children are asleep and then
Put together all the toys
Hide a gift or two
Wishing you were just a kid again
For we all
the 70's.
Dead Celeb's the movement, your the student,
It's time to change the world kids!
Here's the blue-print.
Something smells like teen spirit,
Like
the hell's that mean
How are you supposed to know
Mullets, heshers, skaters, jocks
Punk rock kids with chains
They couldn't stay together and dance forever
the view
Wait until the children are asleep and then
Put together all the toys
Hide a gift or two
Wishing you were just a kid again
For we all
ass tryfe kids only got one life to live
Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap
Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react
Group
do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
trip through my scenic path
If I really spit, the kids would hate english class
Do the math, my science will blow up your lab
Slow up your staff, I laugh
way you walk)
The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)
'Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week
My mama used to tell me
Or get left behind
We can't go wrong
Can't get fucked this time
Speak up now, lose
Or get left behind
We are the under rated, all forgotten
Kids who made
pains are my classes filled with boring facts
dumb ideas in textbooks written by nerdy four-eyed hacks
my counselor tells me I have such great potential
little girl, sleep, sleep if you can.
cnd if they mistreat you, it's nothing personal.
It's just that those people are not capable of seeing you
as a human
And I don't talk biz and I don't talk down
No kids talk, but I don't talk big
Getting gassed like pop fizz off of pop hits
I ain't got to say real talk
our savious Christmas Sucks
Chorus
Now that I am thirty-wight years old
The only things I get are ties and socks
My kids are never happy with what's
The only thing to be united with is that pulsing in your veins
But seriously, fuck all that for awhile
What's the point of being a kid
If you are not
Ah ah Come on.
You are not the only one
Going through what your going through you know what I'm saying?
Ah come on ah come on
I don't give a fuck
Verse:
The barbarian
Look where we buried him
In the hole, right next to the librarian
I married in, to the very end
Have your kids askin', "Daddy, who
It's where malls are considered a shrine
I've lived here for three years, I'm fittin' in just fine
It's a place where kids play the game Name Those
Your fucking strangled to death
By the poison
My loins are down your mother's throat
I smothered tell she shuttered
Chuck her off a fucking boat
I'm
the sleeve
So sick, I’m a living breathing disease
A hedonist sleaze
Who wants a piece of the cheese
When I creep through the
Trees like Vietnamese
Reach for
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