Lyrics:
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
Freeze over
In winter by splinters
The clover is over by dover
Disprover of moon truther
Martin Luther's freedom from Popes
Their cloaks on the floor
by Commission by commission
Oops, I mean residual
Feeding ya mind, that's my verse Always critical
I'll knock ya ego down 10 Levels
The way I like
shootouts
Who don't wanna move house
But which areas peaceful?
Not many I know in the borough
I wanna go to another place
But my mind, body and soul's in
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
part
Don't trip about the hesitation (Do it, do it, do it, do it)
Open the map, turn on the navigation
Focus your mind, high concentration
Your
back time
We would not commit a crime
I know I would make you stay in mind
The memory would turn into a rhyme
Martin and Malcolm I dedicate this verse
You was supposed to be my Gina
I was like your martin
The apple of my eye done turned rotten
Guess I gotta leave you in the past
Now you’re gone
Martin
We need to stop this
Fuck 12 that be coming 'round with unneeded brutality
I'd hate to wake up everyday reminded by a tragedy
Got mothers still in
soul
What he lived through we will never know
Fingers point out now we toe for toe
What we kill off
It will never grow
Nebula nebula nebula
Minds getting
too fat
Destroying one another with heavy metal gats
Martin Luther wouldn't wanted it this way
Malcolm X saying violence on ourselves is far from
Yes Mr. Big Shot
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I
I'm a loser, I continue to believe and dream like Martin Luther - King am I, sing till I die, before the un-caging of my soul, I'm freeing my mind
4 quarter down, two low clock
Buzz like a robot, no shock
Face in her pussy then lip lock
Good kush by the ziplock
Every time I drop it's a good day
And the insomnia
Keeps away the dream Martin foretold
And it’s been exposed
Authority is out of control (Oh no)
There will be no rest tonight
Got to fight
Turn
destruction
Party after party - jam after jam
The weak would hang - surrounded by the gang
Violent times and corrupted minds
In my pledge for peace, I've
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
And in
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Government loves you so sleep now rest assured
Your taxes make prisoners of war around the world
They'll mind warp and drug you, rape your little girl
you sipping remy martin
I keep with me *** but i act like am just starting
Thats the hustling state of mind
We live in fantasy but dont forget forget
table you know
The poker chip is your soul, are you still willing to roll
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death,
Told to walk by faith I still
that, and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just, think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension
I'mma pull that Gat out now
Must be out your rabid
Mind, I'm thuggin', rappin'
Same damn time
I rock Gucci, I rock Louie
At the same damn time
I shoot
of the universe
Moses felt the spirit, and it was so fly
you'll probably never understand the lyrics you'll never forget
your mind is not ready, like a sponge its
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