Lyrics:
a faggot that got a pap smear
The crooked truth rap sensation, I ain't to be fucked with
You better off practicin masturbation
Line after line I bring
be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You niggas ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin
to a ?starts? crusifiction
Camouflaged for the mission use your third eye
To see the Israelite detect those who tell lies
I see you magnified I blend with
Pave these streets with open arms
It's always you we're waiting on
The skin, the taste, the drug, the need
I'm asking, telling you, don't leave
wanted
And share it with me
How many hearts are knocked down in the street?
How many poets are driven
To drink and to verse
By her singular eyes
finished with you
I'm gonna make you howl like a wolf
Scream like a pig
Go through the roof
Lie down with the lion
But to tell you the truth
I'm
weep, I've been on these streets
Still it gets me all weak, in your eyes
I can tell when you're lying
Admit that you're wrong, when you know I'm so
Gentrified? Watch the choppers in the skies
No supplies, devils in disguise
Spinning stories on my people's lives
Standing by while they just letting us die
their pathway is the truth
As their battlefield burns, I walk away
On one another they turn, I turn away
Splintered by survival's self-serving
The Last Lost Continent :
I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you ?
Heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you.
And,
some damn reason it just ain't cool
And when he drives down the street, I tell you the truth
He gets no respect, they call his force F Troop
He can't
Government spin tells you what to believe
Hidden agendas designed to deceive
Dancing to the tune of the Islington beat
Myths perpetrated by
By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all
You know I've been all around this town
I tell you boys it ain't no use
I've seen my picture in a picture frame
But it's a far cry from the truth
DON'T PAY ME IN HOMAGE, PAY ME IN DOLLARS
GOT ADVICE FROM UNCLE ROC TO FOCUS ON MY POCKETS
N*GGAS ARE PETTY, WATCH EM
I CAN TELL BY THE POSTURE IF NIGGAS
of my kind
Woah million people in the street
Woah screaming conspiracies
Woah won't tell you it'll be
Woah if they ran the country
I just hate the way
to give up on life man
Hit the streets hard, back to drugs and dice man
It sounds so inviting, yeah it's enticing
But I'm done with being wack
I got down
all began out down on J Street
A good place to meet
We set off led by the moon
We walked along down the L and M
We do it again fast as friends
We could
Yo Big Z
this one ah D truth
Hollywood HP inna D booth
Big Mood, Vibez Production
I'm broke, me no care to much
you could say what you want I
up a street booth
To preach the complete truth
Ayo American chicks, shorties from Yemen
Brit's next time Matter ov Fact will teach
You 'bout the lemon
where I need to be
You're the bigger picture I can't see
This one goes out to You
Solitude, at least that’s what I call it
Keeping those streets of gold
he'll be back again
Tell the truth and damn the lies
Crushed by the fortune's famous eyes
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than America
Loadin' up an'
all the busta bitches from round me
So take it how you want to take it, i don't give a damn
I'm an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am
[Hook -
the game
I hit the streets fans run up to me and tell me that that I'm runnin thangs
Mike Jones, Slim Thug, Lil Keke we be valetin in v.i.p sippin henessy
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