Lyrics:
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
hard for the past few minutes
I think it’s time to end Jar’s mocratic state
It’s so close no matter how far, the state I hate
Peace sells, and I ain’t
Welcome
to the voice response registration system
of True School University
representing universally
you have added
hip hop ethics
one two zero
for
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
Ski mask's passin' me by so why should I try
If I'm not
Stay by me
By my side
Yo it's gonna be okay
Stay by me
When it's right
Imma send em to their graves
One more opp I gotta face two more die today
me that she two on, ha, that's cute we a few on
I could show you what to do in this bitch
Take the addy with the water pop two and then sip
Me, you
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
- what can I do
I push em aside and I hate to be rude
Wait a minute (Yeah)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Blondie on the track
Wait a minute
Wait
arenas
Fleeto is hot some like jalapenos
Smooth like a Jackson, I go by Lil Tito
I just wanna run up bands with my amigos
R2S, no this more like the sequel
This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I'm using is free
Or probably, it would be if my mind was
Peep, I'm behind 'cause
I
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
touching flowers, sharing wine, laughing amidst the world's folly,
The truth of life, I gaze at it with a smile.
I do as I please, freely roaming, guarded by
touching flowers, sharing wine, laughing amidst the world's folly,
The truth of life, I gaze at it with a smile.
I do as I please, freely roaming, guarded by
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone
One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
are the solution
To all the mass confusion
The drugs they got you using
K2, warfare
Pollution
It's not fair
Who are you?
Who am I?
(who am I? do or die?
Proselytism via spittin' this seven-minute song
Seven-minute song? For my Sacrament talk
Oh is that too long? Heh, nah!
Exorcism hit your demons with confusion
Just another ordinary day, the clock strikes 2:19
Everyone's waiting to hear the dismissal bell, once again they are free
Two minutes creep by then
here
Uh
Reverse the card now uno
In her dms might fuck her
Who knows
School started two hours ago
I know I'm late
I'm just waiting for summer
see yourself
Take some of the weight off your plate by taking the hate away
And then maybe you'll make your way to start loving yourself
Fear's
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