Lyrics:
Aslan's on the move!
Awaken by the Lion's breath, all those she turned to stone
The witch, Jadis, and those aligned with her engage
But Aslan roars, His
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
Gonna put this world back together again
Gonna put this world back together
On a great white horse the King will come riding
He's the One they call
be talkin' to bitches or beats
I gotta eat
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up - kurunga, kurunga ngoma
I'm feedin' the streets
Musandidherere, aheh
a ratchet nigga go get the stacks
Handle the pill like a running back, no informants here, we don't like rats
But still a G, so I chase the cheese, by any
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
learn how to cook the fucking meth
Wjeżdżam na Groove street na pełnej
Przemierzam ulicę moim rowerem bmxem tej
Kogo dzisiaj zabić? Kogo obrabować?
Big
I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 all day
the back door you ain't sneaking, that's law
Know your bail bonds man and your lawyer number by heart, that's law
Interrogation keep your tongue in park,
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right
Back after a message about
A white tornado, white lightning
Or white people
You will not have
the Lion of the Jungle
Yeah hater, act like you don't know
Hustlers in the streets know
I live my life by the G-Code
The system made it hard for me to get
Who was ate by a lion it's told
So I left little William by the tigers' pavilion
And round to the monkeys I strolled
There was one great big monkey who
At some point you gotta fight back
And while you're being strangled
Whether you're white or black
Saying things like "It's all peace and love"
Won't all
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
out going out all the time
They’re like movies on my mind,
Something out of black and white,
This nostalgias kinda like a disease,
Played back
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
softly
Used to move ounces through my counselor's office
8 ball in my back pocket but I do not play pool
Play by the pool, 10 10 babe's drool while I lay
floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
For the streets to know my name Step by step I paid my dues ehh
I paid my dues ehh
Step by step You know I paid my dues
I Remember that time
Wen we
the shooters
Eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street
Come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga
Young street you gone
Have
the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Looking in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming
Well
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