Lyrics:
not political but to me/
the whole art form questions private property/
A political crime of passion/
this one is to my train bombing, train trashing...
and night after night
I'm searching for an answer
But I'll go home and turn out the lights
To be with my private dancer
Camera's on
She dances for the nation
switch, A DVD of Hitch
And I gotta bring my wallet, don't forget the kitchen faucet
Sneak some chocolate in my pocket and my hat like Davey Crocket
through nations
Remember when we slowly met online
Almost by design
Another four messages
Is god sending me signs?
Knocked out in my bedroom with you
I'm
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
court case over, my label say it's cool that we date in public"
I'm like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time I'll be overseas sippin'
hidden by rain clouds,
The song of the old man still locked in my brain,
And all emigration, the curse of a nation
The setting now fitting his sad sweet
only the best can ascend
And this album is my entrance exam
Wow, I budgeted way too much time for this intro
That's embarassing
Big Yung Lil Sneezy
world
Man this shit absurd
Yea fuck what you heard
We been living in a cage man
Living like birds
I been living in a haze
Why my vision so blurred
I
How can we evolve?
A nation of children that can not be taught
They say this shit is just cannabis talk, but without it my thoughts are just crammed
on me time for all that cash we wasted
Books and housing fees
I'm feeling old at twenty three
I'm weirded out by young ass hoes
They never seen a dvd
My
And the pages draw pictures of the things that they want
I cook my dinner on the black top street
I come from the nation of heat
Outside the train station
well known they all knowing my name
Not wasting my time everyday imma train
I been a beast that they never could tame
Had to be the one to go do it
I'mma kill by any means
Favorite sound, ching ching
I'mma spray a fake with my jeans
I'mma turn up with my team
New condo on seventeen (new condo hoe)
all we sip
Private jet on the strip
Makin' my way to the Sussex one Duchess and steal your country's courtship
All aboard gravy train
Makin' guac
Put local cycles first we're Global Islanders with nothing left to plunder
(Alert the law alternate nations train in the streets
Act to limit all
out, bring the brass out
I go Coltrane with my sax out
Let's go Soul Train, let's go black out
Turn that bass up, let's go max out
Bring the drums out,
by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
here because you coppers
Leader of the Free World, preaching to my partners
So as the clock tic tocs, climbing's to the tip top
One god, one nation, one
got you we got them like you got em on yeah
Yea my fan base piling on yeah
My haters need Tylenol
And by the way I seen the iTunes hating
I think it's
rah rah
He was playin' with the birdies, now it's bye-bye
I know Jigga, I know Emory and Ty-Ty
Roc-Nation on my chain, 'cause it's Ta-Da
Nigga, I'm
die bury me in my jacket, jeans, and boots
Mattress on the floor
Uncanny valley
A nation of teenage drug abuse
And we're less than captivated by
as hard
Y'all ain't ready to serve, so im'a rip up ya SS card
I'm not a Zulu but the nation saying bravo
My bravado's cuckoo
I've been lyrically sniping em'
a must
Filling my head with useless information
Like a desease spread across the nation
Telling me stories that can't be true
It is Public Service for me
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