Lyrics:
well.
Which only led me to more heartbreak as I though about all the fights
That have been started by two sides and neither one of them was truly wrong
unduly cruel
So minuscule
And so I'm schooled
By, self ridicule
Molecule by molecule
It will be my undoing
And yes I'm aware
Of the stares
So here's a step
crescent waxing
Chemicals reacting inside the ground shudders
Beam of light burst from my eyes Scott Summers
Earth cracks underneath me flames emit
Invoke
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
checka
To the ladies and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel
So what you
Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic checka
To the ladies and all party goers
Some call me freak, and others slow flower
Brothers on my jock, for the way I
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical
let go of my own
I dropped an album an album with friends
A tape with my brother an album again
Hung out with my idols, them turn into brothers
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
This the last song on the album
Best song on the album
Switch it up
This is poetry supposedly the end was getting close to me
That statement sittin'
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
that needle in my ass 'til I am rich
Make me a god with the chemical sciences
Ah! Baseball, baseball, He-Man hit the baseball
By the power
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
talking bitches tryna skip the convo
With a rubber cause they scratching like the fucking lotto
On my mother wit' my brother jumping out the Tahoe (Like)
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
been taught by our guides who guide us to the Allfather
That there is no other
In the other brother stay focused on Jacob's ladder
For while coming to us
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage
Well our Creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with him
Brothers
Ah ah ah
Ah ah human
I been lookin' in the mirror somethin's
Gettin' clearer wonderin' who am I
Just a chemical solution caught in evolution
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