Lyrics:
Roll call
Banging on my chest
Worldwide In The Building
Ape Shit
Ape Shit
Breaking out the ceiling
Running through you motherfuckers
Innovation is the conversation
When I'm passing by
Much obliged
Pray I reach my goals ambitious
I embrace it all not tripping
Me & you we aren't so different
I
man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style
Always on the move, stack papes by
to Illinois
I got no choice but to live by the sword
For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord!
[Chorus: x2]
From the dark side of S.D.
to Illinois
I got no choice but to live by the sword
For my actions and my thoughts are rejected by the lord!
[Chorus 2x]
From the dark side of S.D.
You all
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
to see
[Both] Allow me to peek
[Ness] Forget about reading the fine print
[Ness] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[Ness] Shoot 99% dogg, top
(Yeah)
(Ugh)
(Aye Josiah this beat hard)
(Look)
(Look)
(Look)
Got another blessing too many (ooh) (yuh)
Money in my pockets got plenty (ooh)
If you
the za because we gon' fuck up a hater
I got my blick outside, it was handcrafted by the Haitians
This money I'm making
The option to pass it just Ima'
Young renegade
I am the fury of a bomb
Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam
A thousand words in the crest of my palm
Just one death sentence
on a bong bombs
runnin arms and rayguns with Ron Reagan to Vietnam and Iran
I'm blonde and dumb, I just taped over your demo with my song
Gagged sisqo with
in Vietnam
But now where are the fathers where are the teachers where are the prophets and preachers
I overstand my platform
The hood ain't trying hear
As Captial Steez was right
We gotta Free the Robots
Psycological warfare by Black Rock
Yeah she broke my heart but
Now I'm helping humanity
Bout to go far
I
Good morning Vietnam
My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna
heard of something called Vietnam
And some scary people Midwest don't read the Koran
It's not a question of arms
It's a quest for concern
Paranoia's
Cars and hoes they showing
Can tell by how I’m rolling
All my flows I’ll keep it going
I’m taking Tylenol
Just to solve my problem
You don’t know how
face
You better not move cause my niggas got that fucking bass
Its more out side with them fucking drums
Play dumb
Turn your neighborhood to Vietnam
the map or fly to Vietnam
And find a place to write all my sad songs
I kinda want a son who is loved by his mother
And a daughter who is friends with her
reading the fine print
[EN] My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit
[EN] Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line
[Both] I'm back on my
skier
Down with the Parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with arms
'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
The cheddar-spreader
The killer with
Brandish teach dem Vietnam language
If we nuh friend yesterday
Everything cyah blessed today
From me did small my granny tell me say
"Watch your
they wanna see me dead
Peep the look in his eyes
Like a Vietnam vet
He a killer inside
He say put ya hands up
I wasn't fast enough
Threw ten in my belly
we're chopped liver
Youtube take away all my dang videos
But it's okay cause they get reloaded
By twelve year olds i'm only gonna make fun
Of many more
The letter came in, I’d flown back from Berlin,
Unfolded the page and felt my pain engage.
Somethin’ I don’t got was wanted by a king,
I made up my
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