Lyrics:
bullets in our brains
To stop the machine
From eating them alive
But no need to worry
We will not surely die
And we believe what we're told
We politicize
the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
If you took all the girls I knew
Colossal incantation
Human mushroom cloud
Press the final button now!
See the melting man
Radiation madness
Earth snorted by Satan yeah!
From
Intentions on a million no slippin my pistols on me
I got it if you want it we hand it out by the oz
Still fuck the other side I kno them bitches some police
Mama told me not to hang with them niggas
But they my brothers though
Mama told me not to hang with them niggas
But they my brothers though
Abangan,
the house and keep the youngins' mouths fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I led, uh
Mama I'm so
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Cause them days go by in the blink
sicker every day
And I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
tease him, beat him
Mama rules, never fed
Mama raised us, half fed
Dad just raised, he just fled
Mama rules, do what I said
Wash them dishes, clean
In a hundred towels
And everyday I'm taking rappers
For their bloody scalps
And punch them in their mouth like
Derek in the cubby house first they diss
Attention
Yessah, Yessah
Yondo Sister, Princess July, Brenda Fassie
Le Wanyika, Them Mushrooms, Franco Makiadi
Fadhili Williams, Sam Fan Thomas, Joseph
away
Help me to rise so I can see a smile on my mama face
I need you cuz I get carried away by this music I make
So for my mama I pray everyday
Mama I
of the crowd, wen them go shout ham loud.. say ur mama na she be star ehhehh ehh ahan..
cuz my mama motivate me, she dey give me high spirit
mummy call me
A box full of tissues, a clock on the wall
A cold glass of water, a sky that might fall
She's got Sergeant Peppers signed by them all
John George,
Magic mushrooms, pain pills and pot
Mama’s always praying to Jesus and God
Hoping that our assses don’t get caught.
Sister Jenny she’s still looking good
transporting them to the islands of the Caribbeans
North America and South America
To work as slaves in the plantations
They were renamed and given new names by
shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Let's take this shit to his mama's house, his mama's house
Pull that bitch out in the yard, slap that hoe in
Already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by
the closet
Mama, I like boys, I like pecs
Like them arms when they flex
Like that print in them sweats
Tell them girls, "Thank you, next"
I like when
strong
Doesn't last for long when separated by time and space
Lovely place I'm not ready to go
But mama's gotta take me home
Mama's gotta take me home
At the bottom I was hitting the curb
I couldn't find them I was up in the building
My mama told me
Better get back on your ass
Cause they going to judge you by
box of Daisies and a few Daffodils
I bring them to mama at the end of the day
And say flowers for mama, here's mama's bouquet.
They brighten her face
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