Lyrics:
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go
the west was won
Our motto, a true desperado
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James character
And get they bones fractured
You ain't
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
team doublin' up on cups of lean
Blue dream weed make my bitch go by
Got her layin' on her back
With her legs up in the sky
I'mma take me a dab and watch
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get
a james earl ray
And with that, before they turn me into a martyr for some info
I'm fully automatic malcolm little by the window
And even when they paint us
and yo fake ass chains
I'm out here tryna kill all the damn KKK
Im tryna get my momma out the west end by today
I ain't got rid of nun my demons by
to you
'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue
[Chorus]
[Lupe Fiasco]
Now I'm chi-town born and I'm chi-town bread
Call me west-side lu'
But I know about them north-side blue's and them south-side
ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
To great sound waves
Track my
didn't get he didn't get the memo
My artillery my artillery being filled with deadly ammo
Staying true staying true and dodging blue
Don't be acting brand
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
to you
'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue
headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about
now in full effect Rap is a subject
I don't neglect, I feel at best I can't perfect, from east to west
I do protect I won the game by no contest
I sunk
Birth of the Sparkchild - Featuring Orlando Watson & Simon Novsky
Written by Adrian Orlando Watson II & Simon Novsky
Sevana Sounds (BMI), Simon
be cotton soft
I ain't into goin' back and forth, With the other side, let's get the Problem solved
You niggas hoes, you better knock It off, hit
the melanin
Where's James Cameron
Got a Zoe ready to shoot
In a coupe avatar blue
I always been the truth
Had to dig a little to find it
Sprouting out that
of the quest
Right route Gladys west gps
Guiled by the throne
Watch what I own
Harpo productions
Ride along
You get a car you get a car
Do it for the crowd
James
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
a bathrobe, fly slippers
Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops
West Side, did the South Side like the White Sox
Vampoo and Pulaski, K-Town is Contra
They'll
here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get funky
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