Lyrics:
chick, the bomb in this bitch
I kind of forget the times that I'm in
The ones that I spit, the grind that I did
Provide for those kids, like I who did live
And I'm taking the spot for freshest
And meanest sup with that?
Man you jokers didn't believe
Us till I rapped
And I started to speak like Jesus' fetus
Holy
We just wanted to live
They told us that countin' up somethin'
Seems the only way you can live
Swear to God we just wanted to live
They told us
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
Martin Luther, (I Had A Dream)
I'm connected to the Muslims like Malcolm X (By Any Means)""
""No matter how you live gotta live ya best, life is nothin'
was shoved to the back?
By wings that never fly, brains stuck in a vat
Shame struck us so fast, made redundant so fast
The weight of these chains
reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now allow me to catch wreck
Bust rhymes like Tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck
(Life's
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
hands but letting
Me live is not in your plans My forefathers
Were Kings that's who they were we not
Talking bout names so why you want
Beat me like
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box
I'll fuck your bitch
to take a nine out a brick and repackage it (yeah)
Og's put us on and we cherished it
Now I want my young niggas shooters like Pete Maravich (doot, doot,
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
him
Us as rappers underestimate the power
and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by
the stash box no matter the occasion
I'm bringin' my heat
Take my kids to Sesame place
I'm bringin' my heat
For sure, you never know, it might pop off
Better
like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
it's no spot that this kid owns
But now it makes sense why
You named yourself Shine
Cause both you niggas are big clones
But see lines like that be
to all of us
We got to live
Live to the end
We got to live
Live to the end
We got to live
Live to the end
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
the reaper on me
Like you, what the hell would I be?
Without it, if you think it, shout it
Lost my mind, I think I found it, away
Live to fight, another
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
Deliver us(yeah), deliver us (what, yeah)
Deli-deliver us
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver
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