Lyrics:
the rips and soo-woos
Your religion is tainted by money grubbing
Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths
So I stick with my
can last for years
Outshinin' them fakes smile plastic tears
Like last year, niggas stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards
freedom that we have
Because our people are getting lost
Our people are getting lost
You know today's youth
Are saying Mandela has betrayed us
You know
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
Outshinin' them fakes smile plastic tears
Like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
laughing at the irony
How curses are also our blessings
Driven by desire to fulfill our destiny
Yet the fire of my inspiration will be the death of me
And my
heroes lie six feet underground
Where have the bastards gone?
Now i’m wearing the hollow crown
It’s fucking time that i say goodbye!
Finally on top
Nobody trusts just leave the past in the past
I'm by myself just in the back of the back
I got the mind of a bastard
Where i'm walking glass
the bastard of the west
Lies are drawn behind these eyes
Seen by those the fowl designed
The narrow seething eyes, the grimace of your face
The crosses that you
the genie did Aladdin
How I turned to villain killed my happy ever after
Just another story of a bastard
Just another story of a slacker
Held captive by his
Wookiee
Gobble gromit's with a jaw that
Swivels backwards off the hinges
Mollasses on plastic fabric with a cause
That riddles bastard coughs with ribbons
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
have to live by their rules
Respect and compassion are void, but for us it's not too late
Fuck you you bastards
The way it is, is the way it was
huh?
I know it's some lessons
Im not learning
But only yearning
For another taste
Can't wait to smell your hair
And hold you by your lovely waist
I wish
a swinging a hammer mood
Got an anarchist attitude
With some animalistic views
Going ham when I spam a movement
I'm understanding the youth
When I'm over
yourself by living in the dust
Can't you realize there's no one here who you can't trust
May the gods have mercy on your bastard brain
Hold on one more
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
vote Tory
You don't know which one to choose
It doesn't matter, you'll always lose
You're just a load of pointless bastards; You haven't got
By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave
They call police, say she just
Something of use will come
Of these painful dues
The bastard's wearing the dresses now
He bitches, no one calls him by his name
My baby, she's got
vision, they closed down the youth clubs and build a new prison
Just lost my pop's I weren't close with him, but it felt like part of my soul's missing
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