Lyrics:
battered and ridden
Rappers are powerless victims
With every album diminished
Quarters in our percentage
With every check that is written, there's a consent
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
stop you from living your life
To strive
Whilst I live in no fear in this universe
There's no need for so much concern (No need)
Cause once you got god
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
recording
Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session
And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again
Also Jessica Pratt’s
Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A,
Live with all them Russians,
New York agitators!"
Some say they'd passed their darkest hour,
Those moderates
Nothing on this album is true. Nothing on this album is a lie. Whats my in relationship with money, notoriety, pussy, my mother, my daughter, the mother
eyes you should see how much time I deprived of my self
Every day I sign in to life and disguise myself
Fuck having a friend, I just be by myself
I live
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the end of the album
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you so much
For tuning
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
the face of our countries blackened
By the hot breath of anybody's bomb
You know, they tell me that over there, you don't believe in a God
But though
The King
We all saved by His grace all glory to the most high
Long Live The King
Uh
Come approach 'em if you wretched, hand me the mic let me rap it
Imma
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
and the lame
Purpose was given I swerve in the lane
Seeing it through no matter the pain
Come on
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go
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
Out cruising in a Volvo, a duffle for dolo, buffy polo
A blow house is where I resided once
Live amongst fiends, counting currency, hitting blunts
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
Ah, pure io sento le voci
E sai che dicono? "Dio merda!"
Sento voci che mi dicono che fai paura
Sei una troia e fai la pura
In 'sto gioco fai la
think you need to keep your feet down
Cause the party is live {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
And we're in total stereo, yaknowhatI'msayin?
So all the suckers out
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
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