Lyrics:
It's your boy Reezy man
And i been rapping for about three years now
And I've heard my progression
I like this one
Simply put man
I just want to be
. .
In these times.
Give us strength . . . Don't let us fail
In these times.
By James Talley
© Hardhit Songs 2021
All Rights
blood, make them suffer
Before they die by war-field sacrifice
Wipe them out! Burn their homes, burn their fields
Feed the wolves with their offspring
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my TRU shit fast or I'm ready to ass
don't you make
do it my way
Every day I wake I elevate
Evolve to a new stage
Elevate my mind state heart space
Love, peace, I vibrate
Meditate and make plays
Puffin'
Isla Ebony Vogue'n own it
Willi Ninja God Father period
Vogue'n own it
Andre' Leon Talley
Anna Wintour make it slay
And slay and slay
And slay and slay
will never stop
Aiming for top
Watch me set up shop
Pass the Roc
Ima make a lot
I remember all those days making ends meats
Heat off in the house and I
the curse, you know I came from the dirt
Came from the bottom, wasn't a way to get out it, yeah
Ain't had no dollars, surprised I made it through college, yeah
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
can't make out what your master said
Before he made you go
And then I think you're playing far too rough
For a lady who's been to the moon
I've lain
clean, I got Santa ties
Tried to work it out with you, I tried to compromise
Even changed the way I act a lot of times
But you ain’t never change for me,
no talley
Hoes watching me
Just like a episode of p valley
Smoking weed that grew in cali
Both eyes open barely
I can still see the hate
I never seen
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Run-DMC
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
(True)
Getting Master's while my craft I master (True)
Getting fucked by Sallie Mae and FAFSA (true)
Getting Master's while my craft I master
Getting
Blame game is the name of the game
Brain drain claims many names for the aims
Of the capitalists
In the capitals which
Make the capitol for rich fat cats
[Intro]
I don't really know if it's dead or alive
They called for an ambulance
They said one of them won't be able to make 'til March 27
But in
featuring Master P Peaches
intro: mercedes and master p
(master p)
hey mercedes look what i got for you baby
(mercedes)
get
of times
In K.R West
Can't forget slept with a W fresh
A Big shot upon freestyle from the shit thirty pieces
Let's do this for the people
Let's make
blood, make them suffer
Before they die by war-field sacrifice
Wipe them out! Burn their homes, burn their fields
Feed the wolves with their offspring
comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for
I'm the midwest rapper
They go call me master
Like I wrote a book I'ma turn another chapter
I don't like to chase running after
I'm a say a prayer
negro leaders'll never know
I was in kahoots with the spooks that sat by master's door
When the revolution let loose, they couldn't master stove
Eight
A defacto choice of macro
Or microcosmic melancholy
But, baby, any way you slice it
I'm thinkin I could just as soon use
The time alone
Yes,
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