Lyrics:
a citizen
The reason I go crazy soon enough one day we gone make millions in dividends
The dead walk in a world full of living men
Ain't no giving in
I got
Get marked on your chest like an X-men
Get two sauced
So screw off
I'm the beast without the blue balls
And I will feast on your crew
If they wanna beef
me something
Stay around and keep it Real
It was all love growing up in da slums
We use 2 share clothes came up from being bums
I been fighting cases
by the barrow men
Stop the act the axe falls on the lower end
Break our backs for a small piece of our origin
Cover up our faces adrenochromes collagen
cmon now
Cmon cmon cmon relax now
Cmon cmon cmon now
Point your blue eyes down the barrel
Hidden by the leaves
I can see some men amongst the trees
If
on the blessings
300 men just like Gideon
No we do not need a million
But we defeat by the billions
That's what I'm feeling
Nothing we can't do
If God is with me
Ain't you stressin?
Add to ya barter
Do a lot good
Cover up the sin
Get real clean by the work of your hands
Nah chief that ain't it
You can only get
but he just dozed off
Cook the work as it won’t cook it'self
Gotta hit the block as it won’t sell it'self
No trap house doing numbers
Made a hunnid
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
striking a good match
And this could be that day
Men want girls with good taste
Calm, obedient, who work fast paced
With good breeding and a tiny waist
way
By striking a good match
And this could be the day
Men want girls with good taste
Calm
Obedient
Who work fast-paced
With good breeding
one way
By striking a good match
And this could be the day
Men want girls with good taste
Calm
Obedient
Who work fast-paced
With good breeding
fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these
Koldt på toppen for en ung løve
Progressioner for de tonedøve
Kløerne fremme, man kan jo kun prøve, så jeg
Katter ud og river by-penge fra
TO
STcY CHIPS DIVERSIFY/
TREES BY THE POUND MY LORD
BcCK FLIP YOU HEcRD THE GUY/
PUT EM THEY PLcCE SUN/
SHOW EM HOW IT'S GOTTc BE
FOOT TO Dc FcCE BUM/
SHOW
the people that support it
Once we were free men but commerce pushed us to work for less
A wage-earner a hostage of your greed
System brought up by delirious
All I know is how to put in work, on the daily /
Now a days I hear a lotta noise, it don’t phase me /
I be doing me so I ain’t worried bout you
Hood rich, we drive-by in buckets
With chrome 22's on the side
Call it stuntin'
Flamboyant young hustlers and
Couch bums who amounted to nothin'
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
years, fears never shiver me
Reminscin', how we car-bombed ignitions
Of politicians, judges strong-armed to listen
Men turnin' up dead, or hurt harmed
nothing about doing dirt
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
I been there, any part of the game you name
I done did it, even
Sixteen, white, and in the game
You heard me right not quite the same
By the time I'm on stage you'll know my name
While I am sad to say I do
estate before i buy a Benz
I'm smoking out the pound
You trying to buy a 10
I-10
By ten
Bitch lets hit this road
I ain't never been a traitor
I stick
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