Lyrics:
like AI ain't no practicing
When I liked up with my nigga Luca Max he mastered this
Ain't no room for any pacifist or any acting shit
I'm well on my way to 10,000 hours
You should follow all of your obsessions
Youth fighting for the prized possession
Then get caught with it in
Dawson's maniac
[Chorus]
You think that you know everything
Take one step back and look at yourself
I think you don't know anything
All my friends
Lookin for some brains
Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block
Until I got hit in the head with a rock
Can't really tell I musta been out
know that everything starts in the mind
I set my intentions then I look for the signs
One step at a time the journey aint a straight line
One breath
And wen mi wake next morning a suh mi pray let everything go well fi me erh
Everything I touch let it be bless and every where I go
let blessings meet me
space
They don't try that shit with me, cause niggas know that I don't play
And everything I stand on, I take it to the grave
And I'm heavy in the paint,
Life's a maze
We face death
As we age
Breath by breath
Take what u want
For granted
When commas come
People start dancin'
When dollars come
Some start
nigga blaze the chronic
Call nine eleven, then call your reverand
Then call heaven, here I come lord
Live by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
I'm pretty sure that the earth is 10,000 years old.
I don't care what the science says, I'll say what I'm told.
Cuz my preacher is quite convincing,
Shells from out the weapon on the motherfucking floor
Fucking all equipped we start that mother fucking war
Coming with that action battle everything
ah should retire by thirty
I should be there for my children
You either get busy dyin' or you could get busy livin'
I am so tired of fightin', I'm
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
that foreign products we can buy too
Just remember to spend right here for that red white and blue
I'm a patriotic good old southern boy to the T
Been
the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I
In a green room with high ceilings, hypocrites and maniacs
Ignorance and new division
These are the times we live in
And i'm tired
I'm tongue-tied
me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon' be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
Take you
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
the world who had
the feeling for the persecution of jews,
you see. So we share everything,
so that's not gonna happen,
if there's war suddenly, that's our
I wanna see you working for it
I wanna see you working for it
I love to see you hustle
Picking up another shift baby doing doubles
Coming like
no mo room got no mo room in the safe
I'm pulling out i'm blessed shining in my genes
Everything is what it seems im looking good on the scene
Check
past the bars
For an innocent criminal with twenty years of scars
So far he's decided to remain to be silent
Just in case the maniac inside comes out his
On this night every year a man breaks in your house
He sneaks around with a sack for the kids he's quiet as a mouse
Creeps into your children's rooms
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