Lyrics:
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
the best version of me
Not as easy as it seems, I ain't always who you see
Though I'm trying, all these demons come back for more
Self-care, but at times it
- When you over in American Samoa, whatâ?¦what surprised you the most?
- I guess what hit me the most is the condition of the factory that
by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
oneself
So suspended of all pride and ego
I love you
Even to those that I consider foe
I love you
We salute and give praise to God’s message
The one you
down, make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new order
New terror, new torture, run up and extort ya, abort
to call
You're way beyond belief
He'll play the con with his best smile on
Sell the lie that he's one of you
And when you're taken in by his lies and spin
with our fists climbing higher
Vilified by liars who conspire in cipher
They don't give a shit about the will of the people
Unspeakable legal sequels
then I belly dance her
God is good and if ya would, you should just
Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leaving em evil
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
Strong suits from Italy, chill, humility what I'm all about, ability, yo
I wish a nigga would bring the hostility though
You know how them boys from
a favor
Every word you ever wrote for this album, you save it
Cause at one point it's all you ever wanted to say
Past you needed it heard, fuck the you
I am not someone you casually find
Where is the light? Give me a sign
'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind
And I'ma get it all out
Kumbaya,
everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin' ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell
from)
Give me a chance or ima take one
I been consistent with keeping it solid, nah I never could fold
I'm giving you game, the type that's supposed to be
me realize all my problems as a man
So trust me when I say I give a damn
Sincerely my old lady
Lied on input old navy ship sailed
Best believe you blow
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
a special
Word from the President of America
Obama Impression my fellow Americans
I have, uh, some shit to tell you
I know one president getting
Some anal
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
These dreams in my heart imma give em life
All my people feeling lost imma give you light
All my brothers that done passed imma give you life
My
[studio demo version of the song "you not me" from 1997, recorded ]
[during the making of the album falling into infinity. available ]
[on the cd
got a misdomener
Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black as Sarafina
Get the hell out Somolia, we didn't call y'all
I can't wait till I can kill all
have to give it all, get to make the calls
And little more than the rent
LADY FOR SALE
NAME YOUR PRICE
AMERICAN FAIRYTALE
DON'T ALWAYS END UP SO NICE
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