Lyrics:
Oh, had enough, eh?
ARTHUR: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT: Yes I have.
ARTHUR: Look!
BLACK KNIGHT: Just a flesh
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
[Intro]
(Ca$his)
REMIX!
(Eminem)
As the crabby little bastard that I am
Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch
Silly little rabbit don't you
cuz no none likes you
Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
Last Poet
Cadence on that, Black Magic
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm
Forgetting your accolades when I’m steady grooving souls
In a city
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
fell off the track
And their vision that was vivid gets lost in pitch black
Age starts to take place like a bomb that keeps ticking
And they regret
for those that lost sight
Of the promenade
Now heed the words of the poor righteous
That build with mathematics for those
Whose path is empty
But y'all
the transactiont
Fantastic
Another checkmate by the Grandmaster
What happened
Misunderstanding and malice
Those bastards
Which bastards
Those bastards
Always doing
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.
Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
said it best
He said if poor whites think they better then Blacks then they wont ever stress
Life’s been a tough read and getting harder by the page
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
to be Black and poor?
cd nauseum you've heard the story tracked before
I won't elaborate on Blackness in cmerica
Rather get the dynamite
Collapse
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggas playin
unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
Fuck what they told you
Don't let them own you
Black and bright, Black as night, Black and brilliant
Walk by faith, not by sight, stand resilient
of death
Where all the bastards go
Do not let yourself be intimidated by black haze
Because now will cover your soul
The streets bleeding and the people
on me
To all of the people who don't like me you're just salty
223 oh 223 what's 223? My shawty
Runnin' like it's track
I'm a bastard
I don't want her
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