Lyrics:
and a mule
Uh
3 chains and a tool
Uh
10 gun shots to the head of the ill fed animal
Uh
One road to ya house
Uh
3 locks on the door
Uh
I'm coming from under
Realisation, realisation.
Pride, I've got plenty of it
Love, I really don't know what it means
But I'm certainly contented, never been ill fed
Oh no! got
the way I feel
I'll be f***ed up if you can't be right here
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa (oh-oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-whoa
Bout my lil' brother I bet I'll go fed
Bout my lil' brother I better go fed
It don't take none but a band to put on your head (I swear to god)
If we
on My neck
You wonder why he want me you a Slouch I'm bout my bread
If a nigga walk away today no Worries I'll be fed
I made a vow to never let a n*gga
30 for a 4, got it off in Buff for a buck (I did)
Before I tell I'll fed it, if they inhale it, I sell it
Shit, if it's murder, won't dead it,
Trynna keep my head up
I'll be, fed up swimming
Drowning, pulling me under
If I don't have a place in your heart
Baby tell me where do I go
Cause I
their right
Confident their ways are best
Oh
Oh
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat
their right
Confident their ways are best
Oh
Oh
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat
when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this shit off from me
Born in blood, squeezed out by tradition
Nursed by ill will, fed rejection
Lust for fire, maniacal research
Ambient answers, draining
Persistent
to the other side
All you niggas hating do the most but yall dont ever slide
Yeah im from the burg but ill turn fed before claim east side
My weapon like
of science and evolution
Few voids are left to fill but still we replace with religious ills
Force fed hypocritical lunacies from our very first day on earth
a million lightyears wouldn't be so far
I'm going down, falling down in your world
Your world is creeping up my death
I don't know just how but Ill, ya ill
I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my
I'm tired of worrying about if I'll be fed But I'll cut off a hand before I ever start to beg
So cut me open and see my hollowness Lost in
And now I eat my daily bread
And into the tape spool I'll be fed
The can film you in bed
Or when you take a bath
They can tape every cry
They can
I'll go home, defend myself
That's OK, I would not recommend
That you would call me your best friend
'Cause I'll get fed up, or I'll get stuck
I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my
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