Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
And you think your ears might a been hurt
Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push
nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
the
Weights I'm gonna buy
A stab-proof vest and put in the plates
I got so many stars and stripes I might
Buy a new house in the states
Every compliment my head
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
the sun'll shine through
And, touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn
Some how, some way
I gotta make it up out the hood
Ain't no mountain too great when you're moving with the son of man
Devil cannot hook me fisher of men is who live within
I'm out to grow the family I
darling, buy for me the wing;
Buy for me a sparrow, almost any flying thing.
And I'll buy for you a tree, my love, where a robin's nest may grow.
Buy it for
your love in high school or you'll
Die alone
And if u didn't grow up rich
Then u can never buy a home
And don't show emotions
Cause then your weak
You got the bass to feel it low
Down deep in your soul
Might even tickle your toes
A little bit
But the flow
It holds true to the foundation
decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can't even grow flowers and are
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
I got drug dealers waiting like 5 in a van
They unloading my shit getting high from their hands
The raw uncut Eddie Delirious
The underground
bitch I'm a star
The lyrics I sell is dope 10 thousand a bar
You can wrap me in saran make sure that I'm fresh
Put a stamp on your product right there
the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from
cigar, mad papers and
Jah, jah bless though, I'm not alone
They tappin our phones so they
Know where the best go
You in the presence of stars
Now Little
older than me-
So you know Imma G
They say money don't grow on a tree-
But I think they all dumb
Cause I been, rakin it in when the fall come
I told my
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
a 9 to 5
I get even where I'm from
So Barry better stay with the odds headshot
Boy I'll let a bow down in his temple
Cass' you better pray to ya God
Mic Control
I never fold under pressure, time to get ill
Diggy Das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real
I rolled up, strolled up, put my
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