Lyrics:
I'm a third eye gemini, young dumb and feeble
I'm a renaissance man and I got a desert eagle
I'm a 14 year old kid with some rage in his heart
Wanna
or sublime
Ticking time off my arm, getting lazy
Say he's Shady, ‘coz he doesn't call to save me
But all the other kids seem to stay clean
Listening to Jay-z,
Music to be murdered by
Hide yo kids and hide yo wife
Throw your arms into the sky
Falling soldiers, watch us die
And now it's time to fucking kill
This
out
But really gettin paid to lay on yo back
You leaving yo kids at home
To get a new purse on ya arm
You suckin alotta dick
Fuckin alotta dudes
For
Life between two walls of stone
Living in the cold zone
Fighting heart
Fighting brain
Feeling captive by the chains
That growing old laid down on you
You're a sacred scared little man.
I mean
I'd be afraid of me too
But for now
you're safe
Yo in primitive cultures they would chop your arm
If
Uh, this is the way it is
Since I was a kid, I was shook of my father
His views of a son had me feeling like a daughter (uh huh)
Fist of love, broke
on the pedestal
I know I got this
I might crown myself within the words, top it up
A savior complex full of conscious kids out of place searching for the why
the kid with truancy wearing expensive jewelry
Kid still going through puberty
But taking opportunities
To increase his fluency and he's got holes in his
Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both
Shawty Imma slide on ya
Like we still them kids on the playground baby imma slide on ya
When you say you want me on top is the only time I'll lie
Charlie drives a brand new Mercedes Benz.
He's got another one just like it, just like all his friends.
His wife is playing tennis and his kids are
ready now
As red as the blood from my arms
To take the life of someone who should die
We'll burn this whole place down
Send the rich kids to war
And keep
It's gon' be a bunch of lil' kids
A bunch of lil' boys and girls singing this lil' part right here
Maybe these, maybe these the words, somethin'
every time we go down
Drippin' and drawin', while we spill, they be droolin'
Pick it up by the pick, yeah, photogenic on the wrist, yeah
Purple hearts,
lifters
I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her
Universal God, I stay scientific
The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted
Stay Asiatic, so
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
confident
I got my mind stacked up like documents
Got act such fix the document
Two arms but I’m feeling like an octopus
That’s a Queen on my arm cav
goes, tracks on my arms always covered by sleeves, yeah
I been through hell since a little kid, still on my own, I'm at home with the fiends
I'm
a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out
father's homework
That's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arms, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go 'head and ring
wish it could be Christmas everyday
Oh, when the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh, I wish it could be Christmas everyday
Let
wish it could be Christmas everyday
Oh, when the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh, I wish it could be Christmas everyday
Let
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
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