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beat my wide like Steve Austin
Promise I'll never beat a pussy like Steve Austin
Fucking a hoe from Boston who's now in congress
And that is a complex
like a trump fan you aint even got a coup
Bout to go to congress and tell nicole malliotakis
Say in the capitol or youll get dropped like that cop did
stamps you got stats like that
Don't gotta do nothing special cuz I'm special as I am
And These Debt collectors know if they ever call my pad
Tell em
Now
have to get an act of congress
To convince you that our love affair's all through
Every time you snap your fingers I come running
But that's all over
They're growing pines now in cotton soil
Still making boxes for the sons of toil
Still bend your back to pick you food stamps up
Black coffee
stamps don't act funny with them books (I tell her)
I tell her gone with yo ghetto ass
Leave me alone with yo ghetto ass
Think... think... think you
"I have a dream"
MARTIN LUTHER KING
"I am about to sign into law the Civil Rights Act of 1964."
"The Beatles!"
"And today I ordered
chorus
Now the Post Office which in those days screened our mail,
With a mind to putting some of us in jail,
Has cast a stamp in the image of us all
For
Uhhhh
Uhhhh yeah, uhh
Baby girl I want you
(4kus)
You dont even have to
Act like its all cool
(Mabeats Eshumba)
Even if I have you
I still won't
Uhhhh
Uhhhh yeah, uhh
Baby girl I want you
You dont even have to act like its all cool
Even if I have you I still won't have you
Cause you are
Thought I was a pimp when I walked through the door
Niggas act like hoes, I might as well pimp
Trick you out yo dough and stamp you as a simp
Ty
Deon
Korey
At the national congress
You and I
Toe-to-toe
We livin that, bullshit
The words you say, bullshit
The way you act, bullshit
Get the fuck up out my face
If you´re
And we gone keep a watch on it
Swore I wont no locc
And now I gotta do my walk on it
Damn
I done put the flock on it
Ahh stamp, Ahh
I don't know what I
And drive away the hate by hating
Try to smash that thing down
Try to stamp that thing out
Try to grab it all and
Pound it down to a thousand pieces
But don't
Who's that
He's a tramp
Can't approve
Can't get a stamp
That's bro
And that's that
In black
That's black on black
I've heard them talk a bag
And I've
Look outside my window
See the crack heads fiending huh
America we love you
But look at how you treating us
The food stamps defeating us
The taxes are
hoodie, still haven't got the stains out
Congress, ah yes, I'm fuckin' with the best blonds
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling
Base camp, space camp
Bass in your face fuck, brace for the rain dance
Back in the back of the classroom
After a magical nap in a vacuum
Act
Tough as I'm gonna act, smooth as I wanna be
Tell your chick to take a freakin' seat, Wurthy on TV
My damn self, workin' the beat in the BG
I cop
banged out
Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out
Congress, ah yes, I'm fuckin' with the best blondes
Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex
Should've known I'm a baller
Always workin never lax go harder
Feel like uzi on the money got me taller
Everyday gettin stamps with my ma in a trench
again
The only thing accomplished
Is making money for his friends
Our Deaths, Our Guts, No Glory! No Glory
Greed
Power
Corruption
The congress
at any time been guilty of initiating any aggressive acts of violence
During the entire 33 years or more
That the honorable Elijah Mohammed has been
Yeah
yeah yeah
How you gon act like we was never nothing
I should hit you from the back just for fronting
I use to hit you from the back that was
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