Lyrics:
both had been of burning wax,
Each melted into other, mingling hues,
That which was either now was seen no more.
Thus up the shrinking paper, ere it
judge each other by the color of our skin
It's of no relevance to our intelligence
I rest my case with a fresh taste of elements
And we're (out there,
Each arm, a thousand bracelets, face it, I'm the greatest
Made women drunk from the royal fragrance
I rock the latest in fashion, my jewelry flashin'
and Jacob in the motherland
I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people
I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple
I'm the strongest man
have picked a better mother
To her boyfriend hold her close and know
I'm glad y'all found each other
To my son know
You're a king and
You can conquer
what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
offerings great
By guiding of a star
And shepherds heard the song which
Angels bright did sing
Giving all glory unto God for coming of this King
Which must be
to global elites that rule us consisting of high level pedophiles and genocidal maniacs that make us stay fighting each other so we don't know who the real
make
Call each other out like we ain't safe
Is that what you would have
Never feeling whole cuz you think that you a half
Searching for a soul
Not in
to the head
And Clips you condone this shit?
We was supposed to be like brothers
We made this carter look good
We was holding down each other
You let another
My ancestors were Kings
Before they were slaves
A beautiful truth covered by too many stains
For the land of the free the home of the brave
Where
automatic rap Ruger
Clap back, I bleed for my brother you know
The wolves stay fed cause they
Feed on each other i got a G for a mother
Cynthia's son
Take
of the real, with a strap
On Prozac, D's and E-Pills, it's a wrap
Get the block on tip, two for tens of crack
I'm in a lifetime contract, Shady's back nigga
Bitch, I spit that Eazy-E, face to face, Smack DVD
I don't got no time for hanging out and all that E-T-C
Just cut the check, C-T-C, Godbody my physique
pleasing
And I don't really like it when people are constantly sneezing
(I'm like go to the other room. It's annoying and it's inconvenient
For us to have
that vibe article bruh
The press'll turn your family against each other for 'fetti, to sell a book
Besides we all talked already and we good
Wow,
a better place
By showing love to each other
Never hate or hurt anybody
Even when they despise you
Just get your groove on, groove on and move on
Say ye ye
we made it (made it)
I told 'em, they thought I was crazy
Young Gunna been hot (too hot)
I trapped in the spot, it got raided (raided)
I custom
the son of abdullah, salallahu alayhi wasalam
The angel then says, i have been commanded by allah to not open the gates of paradise for anybody before you
of problem (What?)
And my whips look like algebra problems
Loaded Lux
I got a page for each chapter, Slay
You on your job
Unc', you raisin' up the bar
(What?)
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
to rough
Go long and on, no longer song
Go on and on just for past the dawn
Put preach and teach, with a speech to reach
all streets and each, with beats
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