Lyrics:
Hidd el jó lesz majd! (ism. 4x)
Elmész úgy, hogy rám se nézel
Nem látod bennem a szépet.
Nincs rajtam ékszer, semmi pénzem
Távlatokban nem
álmodnék tovább
Te vagy az a szerelem és te vagy az a vágy
Ami csak álom volt talán
Ref ism.
2. Esküdtél, hogy mindig ketten,
you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase
Talking:
Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night,
welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism.
Now since this is my intro, I'ma
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism
Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, I don't know
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give
Ism.
Ism knows how to manifest.
N*gga you can't do shit for me.
What you mean, I can't do shit for you?
You sad you just yo nails did, I can take care
about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism
Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, I don't know
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love?
We make time to debate religion
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love
We make time to debate religion
to mind my ism (ism)
And stay my ballin' ass out the way (out the way)
I don't like funkin' (uhn-uhn)
Got to watch my back break every day (every day)
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love
We make time to debate religion
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we ride
I can't be bothered with
Self-suicide and trap-rhymes
I be on the truth
If it's written down or clapped nines
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
This for all my brick city ballers
All the people from the slums and the villages
Slumvillage T.W.IsM. (Shaq)
Who has the charisma
Look through a prism
and see that white is almost everything
In the real charisma
there is no ism
and you don't have to be
Écrasement d'tete sous une paire de 6 tient
Eh Keezybabe j'reprend ton 6
Bah ouais mon reuf
Moi c'est ISM et pas Francis nan
Si tu me connais pas
Dream of Kareem when I joined the team
Like LeBron and AD trying to win a ring (Ism)
Couldn't control me, I was Mamba Kobe, I was Wan Kenobi
I was young
We missed to rid
The goddamn materialism
And go back to a world of no isms
No materialism
No fascism
No racism
Just have a look at the poor and try
Nous sommes frères et soeurs à l'ISM
Tenons nous par la main
Marchons d'un même pas
Jusqu'au bout
Pour toutes ces fois où on n'en pouvait plus
Et
808 Mafia
The Cupid pad, the Cupid pad
Cupid, ooh
You boys tryin' too hard (too hard), it's in me, not on me (nah)
Ism is (ridiculous) niggas
Brotha-man
Uh huh...
Til the other man is my Brotha-man
So much ism-Schism
Misunderstanding
Has made us blind
We're running' out of time
How Long?
How Long
I'm out here eatin' baby I ain't got no reservations
Now you could either eat with me or end up devastated
I keep it pimpin' the isms on which I'm
jumped ship outta open sky
Breakneck speed, tryna get away from fake folks
Couldn't tell he wasn't no ism, way he made jokes
Sittin' in the foreign,
Dream of Kareem when I joined the team
Like LeBron and AD trying to win a ring (Ism)
Couldn't control me, I was Mamba Kobe, I was Wan Kenobi
I was young
-ism, nigga
Never been the middle man
And for the skrilla
I'd kick ya shit in like Timberlands
I deal -ism, nigga
Never been the middle man
And for
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