Lyrics:
(Hook - Lataya Williams)
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
to do his own interlude
So they had to get JP to do it
Oh it's funny cause
Oh he's British as well
Fuck off
Do your own interlude next time, bitch
Said
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Down will come emcees fake shit and all!
Verse One: Method Man
On top I be the show shot
The bomb drop
After shot blow your bumba claat
a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
explosions of nuclear bombs down in the Oakland
That's why all those crackheads are smokin'
It's remote-controlled emotions triggered by cops with laptops
developed a transistor also ended lives
By just a tap of a button I'm talking atomic bombs
These are problem age, that shit is moral!
What a dilemma, there's
Let your hands hit the ceilin', your mans with the dealings
Old habits like Hank Williams, they mad, they in their feelings
I'm beastin', they hardly
Here to let you know they're influenced by the phenomenal
While you're unable cause you're too unstable
All of your progress is minimal and that's
front of the building with the same thing
[Interlude: Masta Killa (Raekwon w/ sample)]
Uh-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get your uh-uh-uh-uh
And... (do that
This is the age of machinery,
A mechanical nightmare,
The wonderful world of technology,
Napalm, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare,
This is
the street shookin
The fucked up, niggas better duck
Somebody call a bomb squad, 'cause I'm about to blow up
Boom, there goes the building
The bomb makes
rid of me
Militant man with a brilliant plan
I might play the innocent hand
That's a William scam
But not only William can
Pull it off, I can pull off
on a dark-mooned street.
Like Hiroshima, Vietnam, or any fucked up war funded by taxpayer bombs.
Haters a fake sneaker. Thought they'd be Supreme Vans.
But they're
outside, there's 24's on my Cadd' (huh?)
I'm a +Big Boi+, droppin "Bombs Over Baghdad"
[Interlude]
Here I is, Sermon - yeah - I'll mark an E on your back
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
Radcliffe)
Billy Radcliffe owned by the state
From his first breath to the cemetery gate
He was the first boy born in space
Billy Radcliffe
(Billy Radcliffe)
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Williams
Music Composed By Conor McGuiness
know what to look for
But I stumbled on something greater than Riches
When I crave a sound
I create another wave. Day by day I'm slowly Fulfilling my
Last Poet
Cadence on that, Black Magic
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm
Forgetting your accolades when I’m steady grooving souls
In a city
disturbs your focus
Doesnʼt help that she thick , Double load up
So we dropping atomic bombs on these critics
They be on that light skin is the greatest
He
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