Lyrics:
to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried but when I held that nine
All I could see was my
Wassup!
This is a brand new experiment called Groove Machine
We are here to let youl know where the funk came from
A long time ago a jazz legend
got to Wilson Farm
We were kings and queens, the world was ours
Running wild through the wheat fields
Thinking this is how free feels
Laughing as we
Oh Yea
Oh Yea eh ah ah,
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Simply classic
From John Destiny
[CHORUS:]
Remember me, Remember,
Remember Jah Remember me
We are
That shit is never off
Pissed em off
They probably wishing a nigga didn't exist at all
Ion blame em dawg
Z.wilson is stacking degrees the green
a resolution
And I'm suffocating endlessly
I look to heaven but it’s never gonna sever this depression so I'm living with the misery
My mind is clouded
Boss Playa
Boss Playa
Big Snoop Dogg
is a Boss Playa
This is the archbishop
Don Magic Juan
Skin and game, cheah
Many people don't be
Right
Going by the Optimo
On thirty ninth
Is not optimal
For opps
Targets locked in my optical
Apocryphal ending
To all you obstacles
Making it out of BP
can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
I was just down bad
I was just down
I was just down
(Ross you killed this)
Ah-huh
Was just down bad but it still wasn't one of the lowest of my lows
This piano is for you, Charlie worked hard for it
See God wouldn't have made you suffer so much
If you weren't gonna make up for it later
How happy you
might if I feel like
No this ain't your arena believe that
Just like my name Athena
Bow down to the power
No sweet only sour
Some thorns on my flower
Intro
Now you've been entertained by
two greatest djays in the whole wide world
The man call principal Charlie Chaplin and
I man the colonel take
Knew to hurry back
When them street lights Hit the concrete
I'm buying cigarettes
From the aunties selling Munchies
This is like 0'9
Just finished up
stealing my oxygen
And the scary thing is that's what I want for them
But it's like this one's a boss, and this one's a genius, and I'm over here like,
the theme song for Charlie and the Factory
This is my last chance
I'm reloading my last clip
I hear the drums and then I rap like I'm on acid
They want that
2020 vision
Alright listen
I haven’t finished bitchin’ about my life yet
It might get dark and a little hard to digest
I’ve been held down by the weight
faith and not by sight yea yea
Jesus is the lord of my life yea yea
Jesus is the source of my light yea yea
Jesus He the one that paid the price yea yea
just make you think you boomed with a quickness
This is what's the haps when I go to do my smack
Cause the word got around about three cool cats
why the ammo sound like prayers, yeah, I don't need nobody help
Know no fear, this is nothing to be afraid of, yeah, I don't need nobody help
I pick
I was raised
Shit, I'm from the slums
Leave a niggas stankin' like this blunt
And I'm smokin' skunk
Mane I miss my granny
Know she proud of her
gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from
Your fatality, destroyed my reality
I'm trying to grasp back, my sanity
Gots me questioning, my spirituality
I feel all alone in this, galaxy
No one
like ding
Angels watching over on a prayer and a wing
Always coming through all it takes is one ring
Take a whiff hope you catch my drift
Don't waste ya
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