Lyrics:
clicks open her purse and
Passes me two band-aids
I take them with a grateful smile
Of all the things dwarfed
From our high seats
The long black stage is
a newspaper.
Actors/Characters: Two Males — President Roosevelt, Philander Knox, Attorney General
Section I / Intro - these dialogues are “spoken” (not sung)
A priest, a nun, a rabbi and an educated man
Have listened and been taken in by you
Aw, the country's full of two-faced politicians
Who encourage you with
Black Royalty man, Death Valley man
C'mon man, nah mean, it's all year
I'm on some '08 shit man
(This that feel good, right here)
Calico M110 a hundred
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
between the two confronting figures
And stares deep inside their black eyes
First her, then him, then her again, then him again
She starts to spin on her
let me out
I feel like Akon black hoodie on, 40 tucked
Don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving
Weight across them state lines
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up
I see you runnin towards me and I knew I'd climb 110 stories just to get to you
It takes time to learn every show that's new
Two hours till show,
or mean
300 views I'm bout to start touring
I asked a random girl to rate me 1-10
She said you're a 2, never talk to me again
I'm always chasing green just
I'd wanna be like me too
Thank God I'm me, cause I don't wanna be you
These bitches so transparent, they so see-though
I get that guap, I run it up, by
Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from
strong I started as a pawn never got absorbed
I made it across the board
With the under lord's make funds from tours more tree's than liquor
The D'ussé
surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2
door neighbor wanna relocate, uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time
Black sheeps son
The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
That's where we came from
Two boys
when we'll get a truce
Tell me when you'll hear my truth
Written By: Joseph Richard Jackson II
SPELL
The Power Of Three will set us free
The Power Of Three will set us free
The Power Of Three will set us free
1.2 - I've Got You Under My Skin
nature
Hit em by the two
Cocaine flow
Make you Hachoo
Strong as arm
Make you say Ooo
Thought I gained a hater
Guess I gained a few
You rock with a army
I
to mankind
It’s night on a deserted beach. A strong wind throws grains of sand against the figure of an old man, who silently walks by the shoreline, with
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
from the dealership?
I’m just asking. No need to act serious
Yo. I’m curious tho, are you down to ride ma?
See you gotta lotta black and that brown pride
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