Lyrics:
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
the fuck you at
(Up in this bitch)
[Yukmouth] (Tech N9ne)
Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's finest
(Regime) Tech a nina
And Smoke a Lot
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
them in)
Like nigga, look at the fucking whip you in (skrrt, skrrt)
It can't even fit in the parking spot (parking spot)
Had to go live when I copped
make your crew run
I still got my old gun
I just bought a new one
I just want to use it
I'll show you how to use one
Just bought 3 new choppas but I
on the walls
This kinda action is delayin' the cause
An eye for an eye, fight fire with fire
It's our turn to take it one step higher
Gotta live by
dispute in London today
As a lightning strike by air shuttle officers
Led to over two thousand passengers being held up)
For up to ten hours to board
from doin' a bid
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy what you gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
still don't give a fuck
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash?
You snowflakes here's a news flash
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
silently stalks the country has taken as many lives in one year as in all of World War Two.
Millions of jobs have been lost. Hundreds of thousands
bars
As she slipped the letter in.
Jed took it up and read it
And he couldn't hide a grin.
Outside the jail window
A crow flew across
The noise was unfamiliar,
Generators whirling,
Walkie-talkies screaming,
Vans parked in the open field.
TV crews and cameras,
They wanted to interview
jets flying over NY
And people kept asking me why
I didn't want a regular life
New Strainz; we get it poppin'
When I go in on a track, no stoppin'
up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
The sixth one's parole
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
dying from the first one now just do them like she did
Gotta bitch two days that's the weekend
New day new bitch but we friends
People wanna beef but imma
24/7, got ready on the turf, player
All day
Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Nigga, but that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they be
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
cycles, life runs in cycles
New is old, no I'm not no psycho
The monkey on the back makes the best excel
The people in the crowd
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