Lyrics:
Bring lots of water or you'll die
If they catch us it's alright
As long as he's born in that new place
Not criminal nor rapist (just scared)
Don't want
system 5G comes online
If death by toxic chemicals or heavy metals ever make the headlines, they'll
Blame it on the virus which they've never purified,
I've heard by now
Just about every story
Wondering how you found out
That you're not for me
I see ya I believe ya
When you say that it's not me
Its
I'd like to ask:
What is an outlaw when thе law
It'self was made by criminals?
What is peace when it demands blood?
What is a "Riot" when obedience
Only
trapped sentenced to Life
Im so criminal
Might seem that I'm hoping
I'm sorry I can't pick myself up I'm Choking
Can't think can't breathe still l
Loading
eyes under tilted hats
48 years and feared by all
Small in size but very tall
Criminal, untouchable, so very certain
J.Edgar the old smear merchant
Is
These ain't wicked decisions
Fuck I got a different intentions
My motherfucking Nation
Fuck is ruling by the demons
I choose to stay focus why?
Cause I
this shit
Got the apes outside
They stalkin' this shit
Like I mentioned at the border
We gettin' paid
We got that money
We gettin' fed
By any means, it's
forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals who rob our tribe pleadin' the fifth
And the mental slavery continues if it was food
it
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
know
Because I wasn't even caught by five-o
Now who would assume Sunborn is a rat?
The same one who said I wasn't right 'n exact
For you are the one,
quite, dark-skinned
Lily white, black as sin, devil's den, whiteness
Consider yourself outcast, criminal, unseen, invisible
Point blank, ready cocked
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
the hard of hearing
Subliminals
Criminals
Phoney businessmen in thick-rimmed glasses
Bad comedians
Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah Chorus
Outside your balcony... I have a room with a view
(And I'm watching you)
I dial your telephone... each and every afternoon
I wait by your door
'Til
get to me
I'm still the mothafuckin same
original, individual
That's bringin criminal tattics
MCs they all best run
When I be the one with the gun
Now
in
I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines
A frail mind, criminal thoughts well-designed
Then the Older Gods put me on, on how to rock this
Charlie's out of prison
In Detroit, they make guns
Lot's a cars, lot's a criminals
You get big, you get hard
But you don't get too successful
Small time
a Friday, and Eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so I peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had
story about a nigga
Who lives his life by the fuckin trigga.
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast
Monkey see and monkey do
Turn your slum into a mine, squeeze 'em
Hard for every dime
The people will paint your criminals, but
You can't see the crime
-
The view from the alley and the view from the valley
Are empty and surrounded by dead ends
The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned
Don't
Outside your balcony... I have a room with a view
(And I'm watching you)
I dial your telephone... each and every afternoon
I wait by your door
'Til
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird
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