Lyrics:
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
enslavement
Fresh out the box our mental has been endangered
Hopping out the trap created by cruel caveman
Injustice and Poli-tricks the Zionist's anonymous
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
From a red box of Marlboros and Daddy's mashes
She lit cigarette and set it on the night stand
On a red box of Marlboros and Daddy's matches
I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my
and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus
Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes of course, I mess up once
You want
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange
And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,
Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.
The riffles of his sluicing-box
she dreams of Texas
And we climb on high to the river's head
Set our feet to the water there
Pray it falls to a better land
And head back home when it
the name is already on the list
Give him your name just to know
He's taken by the mist
The message I'm up with is as white as sparkling snow
And you broke
whole life thinkin' out the box
Boxin' homies three-on-one, got DP'ed but I ain't drop
Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block
They
When it seems I've been so tired of speaking on these things
Honestly I can't go no further without this speech
Four albums was set to release before
the phone /I’ll hot box this whip up all by my lone/I know that they mad I can tell by the tone/I couldn’t before but now that I’m grown /I’m bout to set off
pterodactyl
You're a heart-shaped box of springs and wire
You're one badass fucking fractal
And you're just in time to save the day
Sweeping all our
to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by
"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've
down on my luck
We don't believe in that shit
Real as the realest could get needed ya heart like this grip
Right by my side needed ya hate to provide
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
trust no one and my heart aches
I put fake emotions on my face
And tell everybody that i'm ok
I can never show pain
Don't be like that i'm your best
Chapter one
Verse one
God knows
Yeah, God knows that I got a good heart
But I do not go for the disrespect
God knows that I been through
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