Lyrics:
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I
halted for one immemorial moment
And it was in that oddly immeasurable instant that the dark and peerless power unfettered by those grim pseudo-words
"What's up?", You basically blocked
You see it on my hip, just know that it's cocked (Jesus)
Always look 'em in the face when I deal with my opp (Lord
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
ain't all fake
It's just 4, 999 of 'em that ain't on tape
See me? I know ya type
Lotta lip on you, you gotta overbite
How you expect to keep up wit'
of American capital in the UK.
Whatever the nature of that deal is,
It has made Britain into America's front line,
The fifty-third State, with no rights
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I know it's not easy
But you can't leave
We'll stay here
Immersed in the night
The sound
bladder
In the night
It just ain't right if you don't shake it faster
Do that
Do that
Act up
Kablam
I might kidnap a rapper and send his fans demands
Don't
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
this'll be the year that we won't forget
1-9-9-9, Anno Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin'
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
They tell me who they favorite
I ain't hatin' but they trash to me
Y'all know this my world so I'ma
Hold it down like gravity
I'm bitin', that's
nodding.)
Francis?
FRANCIS
I think Judith's point of view is valid here, Reg, provided the Movement
never forgets that it is the inalienable right of every
and make it whistle
You know what I hate about rap?
You can be whoever you think
Like Cass' ain't really sell no drugs
That's just an image he paint
Well I
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin'
Yeah, all my daughters know that this ain't only talk
My only thought
Man I met her on Monday
Went on Twitter, had her number by Tuesday
That's how I get it usually
Batman, black man on this Bruce Wayne
Please don't
the dopest beat you got and I'll rock it
Like chocolate, even vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, sarsaparilla
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shocker
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
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