Lyrics:
Your passion for chakras and practising yoga
Hating it's cultural appropriation by them who do not respect our roots
And I love when you're pissed off
the blue is her weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beef bow movement
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish
Time to leave your nest
Never regret,
No!
Be bold, do your best.
White day
Is breaking now
Steel bird’s waiting
For her big time
Luring, chilling
leads to the
palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm
told (Told)
I'm supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul
Felt like I was born
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherfucker!
a young man of Canute,
Who was troubled by warts on his root,
He put acid on these, and now when he pees,
He can finger his root like a flute.
Chorus
There
Birds cry warning from a hidden branch
Carving out a future with a gun and an axe
I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
Still living in the palm
Shots in the air
These are the birds that flying away
These are the wilted roses get caressed by the steps
The hate betrayed the faith
Hearts turned
indeed
Pull up in Atlanta with Berner
That burner on me
What the fuck do you mean? Quavo ballin'
Rasheed trappin' big birds
I got 'em off of Sesame Street
it, you comin' right back.
Comin' right back yeah you comin' right back fo' da,
Cocaine.
This for them white girl movers,
Big dreams of makin
fifty million, still rappin' on break beats?
From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more
Of course we could never forget Biggie and young
understand answers that I cannot freeze
Not influenced by money I needa give back to my people you look like a prophet to me
Beatbox at the barber shop
Glitch it and glitch it and glitch it
This big bird nigga
Hell yeah, we did it
If we hit a lick, my nigga, we split it
If I got a hunnid, my nigga get
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
gotta hold your fuss stuffed up by the crust no trust culture's abrupt
A bird is stuck, same phases as us; days pace the age for the cage when it rusts
on by
The way you let it out
She's 'bout to go in
She likes that low end
Damn, her ass is so big
Just keep it bumping
Peaches and cream
Uh oh,
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
I’m in my zone yeah the speed is right
Got the bass and the treble so the sound is right
Already rolled one yeah the kush is bright
Big open road all
seventy-seven big body white coupe Hustling out the Alturas
Then I realized that dude they were talking about
Sounded just like you
You gotta be careful out there
and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air
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