Lyrics:
aint right
They just pander to the masses as you bite the hype
The only booth that I step in got a microphone
I use music as a weapon not my right
butt
Then roll like a was bowling
Getting comatose and high
They on my pole 'cause I told them
I guess if you was Huey you would know it
Christ died
the streetlight watchin' society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the 'cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try
conflicts of black and white stitch
Bricks fixed by mom n popppa its that black and white mix
So grey is the shade of my world as it turns
This early bird
Nothing
What wretched man I am, just a pauper
Russian roulette with six bullets in revolver
Destined to die, but by His grace, He took my place
Flashback
See I done dropped some blue strips
And now she wanna have my child
Yea I’m Slicker then a bitch
Shoes imported by my stylist
She be all up on my dick
by my conscious
Know I'm smart and intelligent enough to be doing something
God gave me Blakkk but still somehow i still had more questions
Scenarios
me at SFO with a duffle and a truffle
When it comes to that queso like my pesos by the bundle
Drop heat in the winter time then lay low all summer
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
everybody want to stare
Know a few women, but no, I'm not a player
Just fascinated by asses and long hair
A king in my chair a prince amongst thieves
Branded
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
adolescence
Fueled by a strong desire, concupiscence
So long from what my mom taught me, all the lessons
How to treat a woman
Usher a man these confessions
Make
by the door
And you gon tell me everything you thought I didn't know
Who I speak my peace on
Who I got my beams on
Who gon pray over my body if I
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
Look at me, look
it leakin
On it like microphones jump in it and have you singin
Ready to make you holla
She grabbing me by my collar
Nigga gon make u feel it she say
Finessing many mens, where's my Ken? I love him
RBG, no time for screwin', that's on Huey Newton
I love riots and lootin', go stupid, Burn down White Houses
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
[Repeat x4]
"When the East in the house, oh my God"
[Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Yeah! This one's for the world right here
Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just
all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our
Jordan do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off
do the drive-by shooting
Alphabetically recline my Uzi, pow, and let em try and find my SUV
All you rappers all Sci-Fi movies, got me tripping off
boy.
Got my shovel in the dirt I pound boy.
Pick it up get low underground boy.
Born alone I'll die alone, just me myself and the microphone.
Only thing
nimrod
My nigga percent, abu
My brother troy locked up
Huey newton rest in peace
South rowley, california
Brooklyn, dean street
Dead prez 98
Get it
grabbing life by the throat
Got dreams I try not to doze
Bonjour am high as the Eiffel
Held my city down centre left right
In spite of the tough shit that I
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