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of tha few in this torn nation? Tha priest tha book or tha congregation? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves
An Artist
That the artist's struggle for integrity is a kind of metaphor for the universal And daily struggle for all human beings On the face of this
keep a "blucka-blucka" Hit 'em all week Give me the keys to the bubble I'm on y'all street And watch it go up in flames boy Blow up tha game boy throw up
Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals. High on lofty minarets Or in
glistening. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals. High on lofty
Ich heiße Derrick úr Gutentag Derrick úr Fegyverem már nem új Nem baj Derrick úr Münchenen innen és túl Innen jön Derrick úr
Moving to tha sound
a Paris dress With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like
a Paris dress With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like
Going around that Jay Z and Jeezy may be Joining forces to form a New management company Which will house Jeezy and his artists Jeezy's It's Tha World
Young nigga, but been coachin' and shit Grew up in tha hood, a nigga rose out that bitch Since a youngin', I been ballin Derrick Rose innat bitch
to branches Roots to branches In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom I hope the old man's
escape artist, The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding Where I am not a liar I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade I am
to PRIEST Yeah I got more wisdom aur kyu ho bhi na Hai khaya sab maine parosa jo bhi tha Got solutions jaise doraemon But You think i m fool Toh samjho mujhe
With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins
Livin' on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if ya
He's not appreciated. He's not appreciated. He's not appreciated. Drink the long draught, Dan, for the Hip Priest. I said drink the long
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if ya
Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha
It's not the Pope It's not the president It's not the Rabbi It's not the Buddha It's not the nature man It's not the priest It's not the artists It's
You know it ain't no stoppin' all tha doggs I'm droppin' It's Friday night so everythang is poppin' I got skin lets spin on da hand So let tha
sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a glock In the hood is a everyday happenin' A friend of the priest say she chose out the captain She
Yo I'm tha anti-circle On tha mad train like a rain That's purple I storm Never comin twice in one form Tha Black'll act a fool and I'm gone Crumbs
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