Lyrics:
comfortable in my shit
Showing off dust and trailings after they piss
Bitches, wild kids, jumping and playing
Break lamps, wasting food and leaving stains
Mom
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by going eye to eye
While My city don't know that I'm finna rhyme
Imma start my own flow
things wrong, I hope I don't get sued
I'm growin' white hair, they been in my head
A lot of things buildin up inside like a case
That was done by the feds
Olive oil and gloves
While speaking in tongues for my lungs to ascend this word to the one who tucks in punks
Filled with the word so miss me with lunch
It be long nights in the trap
Long nights in the studio
I ain't really into capping
I tell My baby what she wanna know
Easy money, chase a check
I'm
and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished
stripes like Hamburgler for my work
Ask Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa
Mercy, he's a mess! So immersed in his murk
He's two thirds submerged below
Breathe me in
And get high
Still smell your scent in the morning
Gris Gris by me got me horny
I don't wanna go to work today
Just wanna lay all day in my
forward
You cannot be stuck on that replay
Won't repeat myself like a echo homie
I ain't trynna have my progress delayed
In the winter I'm trynna have
You call me poppa not luh but the big one
My mom ain let us fuck upstairs we broke the couch in
Now You cussin on the balcony we down by the ocean
Or by their lives we will fall
Gnash down our teeth in hate and sing
Sing revolution's song
Whey they say die
Die for America
War
They say that freedom
Shadowboxing in the dark
Then you came and caused a spark
That's a four-alarm fire now
I never made love by lantern-shine
I never saw rainbows in my wine
wheels in
Spite of all this
It is obvious that the way he really gets
Around is by being dangled from place
To place by a union guy with a
Dark green shirt
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers.
Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of Raid.
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door,
into space
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Slid in the function by my lonesome
swallowed whole by the maelstrom
All the subjects are listening
The Lord says as he sneers
In my hands, I hold your future
Darkness for a thousand years
Now
rest here in this sunlit graveyard
My dad was a miner and a Prince among Men
Well loved by his wife and his family and friends
And his hardship and toil
Celluloid soldiers, come in from the rain
Murder my smile, but please leave me my pain
All those good people, they don't even try
Stealing
Yo, one two one two
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin' in the shadows
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
"Oh
Yo, one two one two
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
It's the Wu, creepin' in the shadows
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang)
"Oh
where I get my game from
Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker
Hood
Come get a brick of the coke (brick)
Dirty chopper when they swing in my door
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