Lyrics:
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
it's part of my character that I wanna put in a film with David Lynch
I showed my friend Jon Twin Peaks and Eraserhead, he really got into it and said it
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
at you nephew
What you do and what I do, I'll make you wan' act a fool
(lynch)
Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold up
Avian lies up in the city, smashin with
even if I'm talmbout bartering
No more sons in the game I'm fathering
I retire cuz' it aint' worth bothering
For the love of the game I'll create more
a nigga
Like Mi homie like Do Rae
They love it when I give
Him sick shit like EB, Olé
Nigga wanna beef with me, no way
Put him in yo place, I did
Glory! How majestic is Your name in all of the Earth
Glory! How majestic is Your name in all of the Earth
You opened our eyes that we might see
given
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, livin' in the ghetto (yeah, yeah)
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy
the same
I'm from a city where we bash and we lynch rats
Where niggas hate, put a bullet in you for speakin' facts
If it's true
But fuck it, I got somethin'
And Cleveland in yo face,
And nigga we rollin' wid Ruthless in the nine,
For the pain for the gain,
For the love of money fuck the fame
We peeped game we
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your
I suck at Monopoly
In fact it's really any game, too busy mourning Billy Mays
Respect is placed upon my name despite the fact I am insane
Stackin'
much love, needin' mo' bud,
Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke, Me meaning that yum yum dope,
And it ain't shit to swang some thangs, Puttin' my gauge in
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
on down to the jail
P.L.B. came to pay my bail
Then we called Goldstein and Claire
Them's my lawyers
Walkin' up the stairs
To the courtroom dressed in
chorus
young money love money blood money right
your money war money more money right
they dont even really undastand wot its like electro livin in
balls cuz you bang
Got fruit all in his veins
What I'm sayin' is I will reign murder you all in his name
Biss malla wit the fist in a pistola
And I love that even though I'm just chasin',
Selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy nathan.
Watch out all you rappers cuz they finna let 'Crae in
that they got but ain't got what they giving
A pot for to piss in
Livin but not in position just begging the opps for to listen
No stopping the mission
I
I woke up in a bed all covered in blood
After a drunken night when it was filled with love
Laid on the wet bathroom floor and the lights above me
Deal with petty crime, and maybe snatch a bitch purse
You're probably sayin, "How you still livin to tell the story?"
When you live in the jungle, you
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
' legend
Will they let me, I want to be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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