Lyrics:
hearing all sorts bruv I'm
Hearing it weren't looking good!"
Well you know what I'm just gonna lay it down
Now innit and let you
Know what really happened
stand alone while others have to verify
Just why they are thought to be fly
Makin the public believe that they are way up in the sky
Sort of like
free
'Cause you got what? Mmm half a day
To give your life away
In Uncle Sam's soul salvation program
Government funded paid in full
A.K.A. your public
A NEW NIGGA NEXT YEAR!!
[Chorus]
Uhh, air-play, program directors from the Bay
Don't support they rappers in the Yea (in the Yea)
They figure we
stand alone while others have to verify
Just why they are thought to be fly
Makin the public believe that they are way up in the sky
Sort of like
(spoken: This is sort of aai got
These chords from Bob Segerit's kind
Of a heartland feelingsort of approving)
When all is said and done
Wanna clip
your race
Lay 'em on tape invading your state
With this pain in your face
What is the door slam? They
Ain't with the program
The bidness give a damn, you
were black they didn't want to except us
But it's ok, I got my own plan
'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program
The natives cook, wash
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That's beaver That's Justin New Shipment Just came in
Thank God Say Amen That's thirty-two, yeah per gram
They gon sort Coke Till they can't Stand
Smoke
The ones and zeros fill the
This colour noise consumes the
Blind and drifting
Till blue eyes split the dark and faded screen
There's a program
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
those who help those
Who help themselves in any sort of instance
There's opportunities, yet you don't want 'em
Just lie around and watch 'em go
Just
That's the basic truth
You showed me upfront, but me, I told you, "Later"
Discovered it on your own, now you think I'm some sort of player
But I was
It's getting out of control
The genie's out of the bottle
Once she opened the door
We knew what we were in for
It's getting out of sorts
This scheme
loud
This is the soundtrack of me
Sort of a soundtrack of life
I need you now
I need them all the time
I'm me all of the time
Even now
I'm me all
me know about something
The music theory class
I took it as a sort of embrace that she genuinely thought that it was an actual song
Not just some
as a surreal strangeness
When you ask what's on my mind
Circuits in my brain
Run program
Compiling everything that has ever managed
To storage unit
Dust collect
the time to sort 'em out
Now it's time you see what happens when I let the fake shit drown
Lit like a white kid playing Travis Scott
But also twisted in
I fuckin' tried
Came and left me out of nowhere
Oh yeah truth is you just don't care
Took me a minute to get with the program
Think it's best that I
want
Wealth is assets that earn while you sleep
Wealth is the factory
The robots
That's cranking out things
Wealth is the computer program that's
the first time we knew better...]
Lie, cheat, steal
Winning is the most important thing
To make a mama proud
It takes a special sort
To go so far to extort
the first time we knew better...)
Lie, cheat, steal
Winning is the most important thing
To make a mama proud
It takes a special sort
To go so far to extort
mek yu' think me never three like sport
Back then mi likkle life never three sort out
Amount a gyal weh give me number, dem think me a joke
True mi
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