Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Raspberries
Dis Real Slippery Lyricist Is Maddening Entertain Radically
Divine Right Stagnating,
Lucifer Incoming Making Eschaton Real
I'll make you a mummy if
The ambulance came right away.
Across the street, I heard him say:
"Al I got hit by a car,
You're a good friend Al, that's what you are."
Crushed like green
Who am I
I'm AlTheeb AlWaseem
One of the Real Ones Banging On The System
In a league with Justice
Gathering an army of super friends
Ra's al-theeb wa
wit a message in every single line
Is it real what you feel? are you dumpin your pride?
Quittin on somethin, fuckin easy as spittin bars you high?
You
our heads are in the clouds
We stick our fingers up because we make each other proud
And if you're right or wrong you know I will be by your side
bitches
You see? if your dog green its bad bidness
You see? if its all green, they all switching
We lost, and by all means, we all missing
Don't start
Little green, little green, it's too odd to be true
I don't think we had much, but I think about you
Are you lonely too
I know that there's a place
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
The skies were pure and the fields were green
And the sun was brighter than it's ever been
When I grew up with my best friend, Kenny
We were close
pretty cars
The big diamond rings, and them fantastic mink coats
Is you for real? No, I don't think you are
Sit down, No, no, sit down
Now don't say
(Here we go)
Funky trip, green eyes, funky trippin' all the time
Feelin' good, I'm feelin' fine
Rollin' with you by my side
Funky trip, green eyes,
too real, only speak truth
Riding a lambo, gimmie a boost
girls are the same, feeling like juice
You see my name up in the news
i’ve been in dr, rocking
the thrills
Blessed by bob that shits for real
We fly high to the sky to the stars
Would you ever dream of life beyond mars
I would never cheat when I write my
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
line,
I be living that real life,
Real life,
Real life,
iller! ]
Okay it's G R A, P H, ITY
Straight outta R U S, T Y
Representing till the day I die
My
economy
Economies are being restructured
And many jobs will be carried out by AI driven machines
The WEF predicts that by 2030, you'll own nothing
a white tattoo
People thinkin that he way tainted... by evil
Treat you like fecal
Wanna beef you when they meet you
People perceive you to be lethal
When
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
the price of death (It doesn't matter, it's all for you)
If it means your days are better even if just by a tenth
Even when I have none left, know that I'll
the vibe,
You should know, that it's me,
D, R, I,
Z, Z, Y,
Nxgga, YM,
That boy heaven sent,
Please don't try him,
Wave my trident,
Lord Poseidon,
Lxrd
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
Creativity starts not at home
Not through the phone, and not alone
By listening to me, you will see
That you'll start thinking creatively
Take
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