Lyrics:
running some miles
Getting in his cardio
Chased by a bullet but now I'm triggered to fire some blows
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well
to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a lil son in my life (shit)
That's the one in my life, that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he
and now here we are
Sitting in the backroom corner of a dimly lit bar
Talking about why and how its gone way to far
Now as I fumble for my keys
have you got planned tonight, Diana
Would you consider laying in my arms?
I love you more than ever now, Diana
I'm sure you're the reason I was born
broke the ground
For you, your purple soldiers here are gonna keep it funky
If you wanna play with me than let's Jim and let's Jam
The time is now
love AB 'cause he active
I ain't gotta tell man twice, it's mad
Free Jiggs in the rasclart jailhouse
Man got hit with the ostritch bird (oh shit)
from your touch
Fog the lens when loves jaded we're blind by lust
It's over
Love's over
Spin me round, leave me now, before I come back around
Get me
by) I'll be (Gone by)
I'll be Gone By Tomorrow (Gone by)
Baby Ion need you
Fuck you in the mornin' then I leave too
Berem jim sa face kao see through
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape
panel
From the PGA would stand and just
Throw up they hands like "fuck it"
Then stand before me and hand me
An honorary Stanley cup
Now in this minute
trying to
Avoid the brothers by looking in another direction.
Among the other places they took care of - to say the least,
Were the bank, the library
came back down by horse and car
met big jim and all went in
to drink some wine in yales
the liverpool judies it was said
were all to be found in
course
Here's a lyrical lesson, so you losers you learn
Wack raps are like weak jim hats, you break and get burned
So I dare thee to compare me
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
Father, we have brought the grain
It's insane all the pain that the Mainman brought down on us
He said that we were spies and threw us in
need another shot
It's Saturday, let's hit another spot
I'm at the lake now, I need another beer
Ain't nothin' but a party, up in here
I said I'm out
OG!
SAAY OG! HEEEY SAY OG!
SAAAAAY OG! Yeah, yeah, yeah baby!
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
The 40 will off your brain
Kids will be lost and claimed
Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same
Jim's
Ya anti-black, don't care about injustice
By, the lack of action
We were brought here in a faction
No compassion, no you can't imagine
Stripped from ya
infected and I died
So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter by the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like the Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He
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