Lyrics:
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
Get me some money, then run up some more
Smoke by the ounce, just roll up some more Casamigos, got these bitches on go
stay home waiting they're protected by the dogs.
A tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands drown,
Polled the population and she named
Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about
And today it don't seem like
I'm getting any further
Praying tomorrow we can somehow come
Out of the struggle and need no more hustle
No stumblin cause we all
'em know!
[Chopper]
I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp
life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther
Working nonstop, ganjah in my hand like i'm a FELA KUTI
Got my mind on my dough , no be story mama go chop .
Work my ass out believing one day he xup
More
And it's gonna be some more playing but
It ain't gonna be no playing
It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?
It's gonna be like Nat Turner, one
your kiss
There's nothing more amazing than this
Cause you are more precious than the words I love you
Spoken by an angel that whispers I do
And your
the stroke
My demeanor just overshadows so my savage don’t show
If I happen to let em have it they be asking for more
But I treat em like a distraction cause
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
on the grind again
Everything is everything
I got my nails done, flyin' pinky ring
I'm actin' like a king
I'm sittin' in my throne
With my roll on, get my grub
the feeling of doing some started to creep
Like a wolf in the night that's getting his sheep
Blinded by the coke, like I fuckin fell asleep
I know It's starts
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
make you dream like Martin Lu’
Ms. Bossy Pussy
Gon’ n throw this dick all in your stomach
Say you want it
Chew this gat and shoot this clip all in your
conceals the bottom bunk
Gagging on his breath
Disgusted by his face
Sweat trickling down from my own embrace
The more he has the less it seems
And actions
hoping I'll stay here
Tell me in a whisper, look me in the eye
Cross your heart and hope to die
Kiss me like you want me
Show me that you care
Hold
catchin' eyes like you catchin' ties
Over here's where you wanna be
It's so familiar, like we met somewhere before
And I'm tired of waitin' baby while you
Z and pom-poms and they Hov uniforms
Claimin' they been runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawrence
'Bout how hot my rap performance was
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
a sucker boy, all corn-fed
The next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door
Advance romance, I can't use it no more
No more...
She took ike's watch like
Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek that I quote
I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
Eon run through New York like Curtis Martin
The shit
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