Lyrics:
the location, it's just a little information
From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, my nigga, what?
the location, it's just a little information
From the Squad, bringing the Terror for the nine-era
And let it rain on your fine leather, my nigga, what?
they holla, don’t let go
It’s your time, let ‘em know
(E&J:
Hey Nneka
Call in from New York
And give them a little something)
Verse 2 (Fresh Ink
and slice your thumb
Cause you ain’t gettin' a crumb from me
You’re never gonna get any shit from me
Nowadays everybody thinks that everything should be for
of women like your sister and mom
Ask around your breakfast table, you'll say "Raw's the bomb"
Slow down son, you can't go one round with Dice, dude
I
man now what's up
He said I got my own table in the back of Mountain Top
He's got all the fly Honeys hanging from his arm could it be his disability
dancing for bread crumbs well did you touch that
slugger banging on the table with an old tin cup thin luck I can raise the dead when
the shark settlers
A part of the bigger picture, place your piece
I'm preachin' treason and revolution as I babble on
A reason for expulsion from Babylon
Cast away
crumbs from your table
You call this comfortably normal
But I call it getting by
Baby, it's a fine line
I'm holding on, you're holding back
Baby, it's
floor. Let me tell you something
If any of these maggots from the so-called mafia want to come after me
I'm not a hard man to fight
Man, you must have
you're numbin' your tongue with the yum yum
I pull out a gun, cause I want every last crumb
I put a slug in your face
Then I waits to start packin'
not right to take the bread that belongs to the
Children and give it to the dogs instead
But even dogs get the crumbs that fall
From the princes table
or sold
It was stole by your great granddaddy's ganking
Osagyefo said they call it primitive accumulation
Plantations, TV stations wealth is very
like a astronaut
When you down, stand by your brother, thats what I was really taught
Moving the bands, runnin them errands, Look at me mad, but they
Son of Mary, son of Mary
Son of your mum no longer contrary
Still she is judged by the fingers of mortals
Clutching short straws like DIY snorkels
flying to the moon
Search the nook never finding crumbs scanning left to right
Instead eat on your table purple plums delight
Enjoying times spent with
fam relies on my money
But it's just crumbs, from a table, that seems so far above me
I dream that I'm able, to overcome, where I'm from, see
I'll
Yeah where we from
You’d be lucky to make it out
With a sane mind (Word)
Most our experience is post traumatic
And a lot of us was raised by addicts
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
attraction
Telling me
To stop telling you
My thoughts and worries
But I’m open to yours
I’m in no hurry
By the ocean
In the waves
Feel motion
Summer craves
ain't built for my people
In god's eyes we are created equal
You let the devil put hate in your heart
Consumed, I knew you would be doomed straight from
a buzz off of drowning in your sorrow
A sobering reality, the royalties from bar codes
Swiped after re-coup ain’t covering your car loan
Never mind
to celebrate
These crumbs at the table 'cause these worms didn't clean the plate
A vicious cycle that we can't escape
Contemplating squeezing on these triggers
The Nikodimos Show, will it go your way?
Gosh i really hope it goes my way
Feelin' fiddly for dese funds i feel it in my veins feeling sober by the sun, seethe
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