Lyrics:
like glucose and calories
Stuck in the cell by my 16 bars
Change the P to a C
'cause you a casualty of war
This is napalm, Greek fire, white phosphorous
Bang
Shots fired
Pain
Is what you desire
The pen is mightier than the sword
Then how do we get here my God
My God
So you wanna start a war
My God
So
and he hung
My mom found him in the basement there as he swung
At 5 years old what does that do to a kid
Produced a maniac anthrax type of a kid
I hear
My life song
Begins a woman's history
This woman
my mother
introduced me at 12:51pm
March 8
th
, 1969
International Women's Day was the first day
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
a sling
In the infirmary telling war stories like you was king up
In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
Flame and fury, torch off ya skin
Benevolent Peace
Tryna balance all my ego with my Benevolent I's
The dualistic maniac, the mask brought alive
And to speak the puppeteer must turn
filled with different patterns, meds with held depraved status
Fix em with pills delay till ages kills the feelings of behavior
Blame My pediatrician for
If your tryna war then let's go, it's game time
I'm a big fan of the Fergie time cah g never too late for a winner
Dark liquor
Pouring up make my chest
and an oil well in my hands
Got a plate in my head it's protected by lead so even god won't know plans
Are you afraid of the boogeyman well I'm his big bad
Pride with my Benevolent Peace
Tryna balance my ego with my Benevolent I’s
It's the dualistic maniac, the mask brought alive
And to speak the puppeteer
school system
Plus we had television
My mother had wisdom
But I ran wit the rebels
I could here the Devil's whisssper
The Teachers couldn't hold my
of these midgets make
Me milli for minutes i may be a mad Mongrel
And a manic Mesopotamian maniac
N no my narratives
Not for narcoleptic narcissists
Naive
the youth and the truth is
It ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby
We
Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls
No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy
Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy
This is war
And I'm coming for you with my whores
Think you trapping our souls we abort
Fuck your source
See the devil in you
I'm a storm
They been
back
Rumors of war in the motherland
I'm struggling in this other land
My brother's got a gun in hand
But I don't want to run again, no
Rumors of war in
be laughing
Tell me there's war and I'm ready for action
I drop me a thirty and got me a birdie
All of my bitches be bad and they flirty
Got me a chop
system you die without a funeral
For real my eyes still exist with a terror
Living without the guide of my father
Everyday is like a war we're
the juice
so don’t be standing in the way
riddle shots inside yo body
hit ur people wit the strays
maniacs from the old block
drive by
me & blaze keep it
Always alone, I'm a ranger
Said I'm comfy on my ones
The only friend I know is danger
I ain't a maniac
But certain situations could've made me die
Made me
I’m looking for da soildas dat are ready for war
In this life you gotta fight, and know I’m stepping for Congo
Where da real niggas at. The maniacs
with the fall
All of them witches
"What have a tí done to my son?
It's unconceivable, a tí maniacs
Can this evil spell be undone?
Before this curse
children
Crushed, crushed, crushed
In mud and wars
Mother children bleeding
You stand there laughing
Falling back in fields of rape
Never eating
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