Lyrics:
thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come from
Got a little older and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be)
I see people
fresh, this one's for you
Power to my people, bless the ruler, I and I
Master of my cypher and myself, sun gotta shine
Check the mathematics, prolific
I don't like your stance on me
I take pride in me
From head to toe
My skin to soul
I've had the biggest goals
No one knows
I don't let people in
mine, mine
Mine, mine, mine
See, I don't want no shade
I don't want no shade
Wanna fly by the sun
I don't need no stress
You can keep your testing
Let me
up, things is getting bleak
People angry at the words I speak, they Throwing shade with their apathy
But a change is coming, why you mad at me
Jaded
the sick see the prisoners
House the homeless give a little
Check in on their mental
Lord how I serve the people?
Lord how I serve the people?
Get on fire
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
I might take ‘em by towns
Taking my people
I’m taking them out
But I brought them up
And they brought down
But we going up
And we going back down
Like
Maka Dimweh
He find it anywhere
Maka watch his best friend Bodhi get rip out
By a cutlass coming back from fishing
cnd fall on the slippery rocks
bruh
But a little bit better every single time, you feel me
Look, I notice that people don't love me for real
My drive is my only good luck charm for
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
Oh, wow
Dalla Dalla, that was quite spectacular
Yeah i mean, I guess
Is something wrong?
Was it my slippery, slidey, sea legs?
No, no no,
I'm awake
Yeah I'm awake
I don't need five more minutes
I'm awake, I'm awake, yeah I'm awake
Getting out of bed, I'm not dreaming
Yes I'm awake, yeah
Henny on floor
I was only like 5 years old felt a ghost through the attic door
They tried to get rid of me couldn't get rid of me
Big ball no little
body in the name of Jesus
A salvation time gonna sing a little song.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (where i going now)
I am on my way
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
been with me through the highs and lows
Twenty five but I'm feeling like I'm Forty Two
I'm a Redman but honestly a little blue
Always feeling tired no
your own little corner
And that will be enough
Well?
Is it?
Has it been?
Will it be?
Enough?
See I have only ever met these corner people
Tend your own
Lost the top on this Oyster
Slidin' slippery like some moisture
These double V's doin' torture
Try to take my shit, I torch you
Damn the neck got hoarser
and
Fills you with wooly cotton
You sit from light headedness
You're ready to sleep
No!
You're ready to slide
Down
Down
Down
The slippery slope of the narrow
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
people be schemin for a buck
Watch out, pray for luck that you won't get stuck
By a mob or a crew or a Clan but if it's one man
Let the shit hit the fan
want to go back a little bit with y'all
Check this out
Yo, dressed in indigenous garb sittin' abroad
The words that I use to be awed people applaud
gang now
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that
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