Lyrics:
homeland keeps me dry and warm
Like the love she gave me
And the drought she left in my mouth
When she had nothing more to give
With the air clouded by
instead
Put a line of Tris in my Vanilla Cream then add some red
Walk around I got my Glock I point that beam right to your head
Post up with my bitch we
of alcoholics
In a meeting
While your non-alcoholic boyfriend
Has to engage in a more-organic process
Grandma died
And I cried
In a meeting
Thinking of her
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
Spizzy Spose in the place to be
Me I rep the Wells, M-E we Smoked It All
Live from 2009
Got astounding rhymes for your pals in line
You wanna blaze
your blessings, I’m blessing you in the tub
Say you got a confession, you hate the niggas I love
I love how you get defensive when both of us in
a moment
Took your time
You would not resign yourself
Resign yourself to your fate
And I believe that if it's
Written in the stars, that's fine
I can't deny
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulder
I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama
When you live in a slum,
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggas is hard headed 'cause we love
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
the love of fame
And it's a cryin' shame, my brother's lyin' dyin' in vain
Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man's name
Complete your steps, we got
beans,
They’re pulling strings like a puppet poison apple in creams,
Woman you fall in love with, they ain’t backing your ting,
But as a man you gotta keep
One love every instance
The music inspiration
Coming through to your station
Realest rapper in the nation
Come and join this high vibration
dirty and your dancers are half-naked
But after a while we got the low-down
The record sales started to slow down
Concerts cancelled, petitions passed out
diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love f***in' b****es in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be
grab a cuppa and stick your earplugs in
'cause yeah this one's nasty
So
I'm probably playing this song live right now in some grotty Swindon pub
It
was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets
love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair
Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But
wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
So get on your knees when I get annoyed
Live by the rules, I made my choice
Open my eyes, I just see joy
Family and friends
Grab your SAD light and IPA
Cause there's only four hours in a day!
There's no need to be sorry!
Have an Alaskan party!
Grab your dry fish and hacky
happy
You should live your dream, as long as you're free
You know I love you because I love me
I was born to be an artist and I'm always gonna be
Mamma
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