Lyrics:
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
and say "fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say "fuck the police"
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black
and say "fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say "fuck the police"
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
And make we take you weh and fling you to another wavelength
Like the Nazerene Samson we have a lot of strength
Digging up Jah Jah, blowing breath like
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Nowhere you'll see.
Locked him up in the store room of Mrs. McVeigh's Inn.
Take tea up in the manor Sir Robert Grayson.
The farmer through the window
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
breath away
You take my breath away, you take my breath away
It's like I die every time I see you with this guy,
Think in it's myself why the hell it's
perfect take
You?ve got the leading roll
In love?s greatest episode
The night is full of possibilities
Anything goes
You play your roll
Be what you wanna be
with the Ice
Are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It's the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
the gunshots
They knew it was the wrong house
But no one knocked
Tried to beg for help
But couldn't push the words out
Can you police the cops
Will you tell them
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
drop it's heard on every fuckin" street
Like the sound of police who run the street really
And every hood let you grow
From the hustlaz up at Harlem
drop it's heard on every f***in" street
Like the sound of police who run the street really
And every hood let you grow
From the hustlaz up at Harlem
Every Breath You Take
The Police
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every
you!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Every day this goes on around here!
The years was rollin' by...
We
and a Sandra blande
Everybody put your hands up from the front to the back
We're not police therefore, we won't kill you where you stand
Everybody put your
can't die?
One bullet in each lung, breath then then
You see you're sounding wheezy
And I heard your CD
You and your mandem are talking greazy
I just tell
at the fact
That their family was smothered
By people that can’t understand
The pigment of others
I can’t breath ha
Forced down to the ground
Dear god, help me
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
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