Lyrics:
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
The story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By blind men who carry out commmands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands
Which is
three men
Living in a house, raised by a single mother
Neglected by my older brothers, imagine that
Childhood they produced a quiet boy with
The heart
You ain't in boot camp anymore
We were taught to shoot our rifles
Men and women, side by side
Thought we'd be met as liberators
In
in prison anymore
We were taught to shoot our rifles
Men and women side by side
Thought we'd be met as liberators
In a thousand-year-old fight
I
it seems you need
A soldier girl
And a willing coalition
By boat by tram by motorbus
Could it be the hawks are protecting us
From the men who
I' am super saved
In the beginning man there was the word
The word was with god, don't care what you heard
He was the life and the light of men
talking about... (repeat)
You couldn't see Buddy for weeks
Getting into bed by ten
You believed the lyrics
Love between women and men
Redeyes, green ones,
self de feel my swag
Eh buh wait o
See
No be by ten thousand squad if problem cast
Them go fit Matt
No be by ten thousand men if everywhere cast
Them
self de feel my swag
Eh buh wait o
See
No be by ten thousand squad if problem cast
Them go fit Matt
No be by ten thousand men if everywhere cast
Them
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
and water the land
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
These mighty men labored by day and by night
Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
to change from niggas to men
Chorus
(3-2)
My nigga you a ho to me
Boy you done went off on me
Runnin round with the fakin
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"
Boy, I got
'Cause I'm hated by many men (Many men)
And I do, I got many friends
I just stick with my brothers, no comin' in
(Comin' in) niggas be politics
I just sit
Heyyo it's ICEKID
Yeah
I go by the name ICEKID
I'm in highschool
I'm that kid that makes Every other kid wanna be ICE
My mama gon' tell me Wizzy my
quickly rose to fame
Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Doff your caps, boys, though saved
Objection, may I approach the bench
Can't pass the bar, you'll never get hench
Get cross-examined by 12 Angry Men
Form's not in order, I'm going Judge Dredd
the boys all run at the sight of a gun
The men lay down and die
We see the bitch with a butch in the city lights
Their mothers start to cry
Why do we
a civilized manner between the two of us
But until then I would a love see you again,
Me know we have for play it by the stupid rules of men
I said if we never
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