Lyrics:
alright, Mr. Knox. Wait a moment, let me turn this down.
SFX: Footsteps
Knox: What a magnificent voice, who is that sir?
Roosevelt: It’s the very first
impossible circumstances
Fearless people do not emerge exclusively
From poverty or a harsh
Physical environment franklin Delano
Roosevelt grew up in a wealthy
nowhere
'Cause Cal would come around in his "Luvy's" truck
We'd chase him down without a dollar to pay
Up & down the same blocks we'd ride
Shoulder
Roosevelt and the sweet Sally Rose
So she left Rapid City in the blue moonlight hour
With her eye on the highway and her foot on the floor
And turnin'
Ah, this? about two cats, they?re sitting? down by a river in the swimps. (and) They?re sittin? there on a log. This one of ?em is a kind of a big
get down, it's all real
J-love in the building, this how we take it
I told them up the block niggas to fall back
Dope fiends is dropping, crack
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
in the swamps
One of 'em a great big old boy
One of 'em kinda short, not too big
Lived back in the swamps down by the river
This particular
forever, ever (Free Tony Sneed)
(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang)
Ant life forever, ever (I'm out the bottom but I'm finna pull up
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
This is about two cats
They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps
They're sitting on a log
One of them is kind of a big fellow
And the other
The project was taken up by sculptor Gutzon Borglum, who was inspired by the idea of creating a "Shrine of Democracy" that would celebrate the country's history
Make more of me
Make more of me
You are my spawn
Look up and feed
I'm in a tree like we knd
Dirty apollo kaka and mazi
Solsa down under he sipping
Me and my closest road dog
(To my nigga Big Mussolini)
You know what's up (Big Syke)
West side (Thug Life baby)
Outlaw (the return of the mashes)
You
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta life in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe"
Oh, the Old Home
(Once again, my friend) Long Island
(What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?)
I wanna be a super emcee
(Well, you're already that) so
I'm the hell kitchen, red and blue flame
Straight original, no fake, no lame, no cloning
I'm down for the only real thang
I'm bounce for the only G
Nobody's leavin', till we see some body leakin'
Some deady bodies bleedin',
And every place we roll we get a G-stroll
Punks jump up to get beat down
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
keys on my way O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue Chevy
My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked
down our door
Freedom
Well that's a start
New friends have come to help heal
Colonial scars
Give it up to AMERICA
But we were loot and we were strategy
Picking up where we left off
"Dealing of sickness, disease, and hunger
Now that's fundamental
If you want to end terrorism, you have to stop being
Adversity and distress is on the way to paradise
Enticed by expensive things you can't have patience,
It'll be there waitin',
Take nothing for granted
[Syke
shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
I'm a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Syke]
They say reach in
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