Lyrics:
MAKE BELIEVE
(Music & Lyrics by Jim Wilson)
Here I go again
And it's only make believe
It's all in my head
And as you turn to leave
I feel
and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious
Outfit made by Dapper Dan
That's that Harlem Swag
Ich hab Swagger, Fam, like a Harlem Cat
Jim Jones, Killa Cam
Ich mach Money mit dem White Girl, William
(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)
Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint
story, gold, God, and glory
Huck Finn and Nigga Jim
Emancipated by a cotton gin
Roam like Cain, mark on my skin
Untouchable born in sin
Kin slay kin, some
[Micah]
It all began on 2-10, 1975
Keeping it live, only a strong mind survive
A controller of the rhyme since the age of 9
Now I'm two of a kind,
help him, watching him sinking
I'm probably with K36 or Jim Jibz
Cah I don't know what you other niggas are thinking
And you ain't got five in your
a beast still praying to the east
Not even a man is what I'm saying to you peeps
Bought by Amerikkkans Southern Maryland
Tobacco plantation more cash than
Uh, this grown man talkin'
Don't go tellin' your momma
Don't go runnin' up in the house like you scared of a monster
Stick our chin up, go do some
motherfuckers
I think y'all know who this is by now
It's Mr bones, aKA Big J from the
Motherfuckin' House of Krazees
My first shout out would like to
Go to my boy
on the strip
It's just another day on the strip
I'm getting closer to my dreams
I got fans but I still get noticed by the feens
All my money's straight
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
Crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterdays news
well, hello Jim Beam
Oh
to
I'm still four white Russians behind
I feel a Jim Beam shining on me
I might be losing my mind
In a teardrop or two it'll be time to get over you
in a boat, made him row,
made him work for Jim Crowe.
eeny meeny miny mo catch a nigger by his toe
make him know that he ain't better than no animal.
Well, I've been sittin' on
This barstool for about 3 hours now
Watchin' the game, doin' my thing
Havin' fun throw 'em down
Looked to my left
like rhythm and the blues
Yeah, they come
And they come for you
Hustle in the sunrise, streets are filled with heals and suits
Jim proposed to Katy
walkin' now
Ol' Jim Crow
Comin' from all of them parties
WEF, WTO
He's a sharp dressed fella'
With a tight grip on the globe
Has all the connections
don't have to like it (don't have to like it)
I may have to do it, do it, do it, don't have to like it
Well the boss said son, you've got to punch in by
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
school not valuing too much if we can't find advice in here
Now I'm in these streets feeling like this ain't for me
Maybe because I'm just a
Ghetto
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