Lyrics:
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
living like a Saudi prince
Until I get a wall of albums and my hits
Doing this the answer whether hit or miss (swish)
Moving in the cuts
Diamonds in
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
know it doesn't matter
Where you start
It's the soil that you make
Gotta heart of a lion
And a desire to be great
I was blinded by the glamor
I was
this talent ever since my life started
I guess that is why it left me Lion Hearted
You will get hit by my Creshendo
You can't keep up with my Tempo
I
I met a bitch from Mayagüez, now we Puerto Rico Gang
My Ahkna saying he worried about me
But I got a lion, I don't got to kill
Concrete jungle,
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
of that message
And I'm just excited to be able to share it with you
Hey, justified me, glorified me
Paid my ransom and I've been redeemed by his blood
Go
white girl Lizzie McGuire
Calling him Kanye talking through the wire
Skating through the A feel like Esquire
Blood selling that white face Michael Myers
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
I'm by myself when I fill up the tank
I'm in my zone when I'm smoking the dank
Tell me I'm wrong like who tell me I can't
This album heat like I made
And I ain't talking weed, nigga, I'm talking you and me
Kemet raided by the Whites, pillaged by the Greeks
Watch how I speak, these here are proverbs,
After I drop this album gotta stay 10 toes deep
While your home boy 6 foot deep
That's what happens when you creep on me
In da party wit a white tea
the trees is a lion's den
Harder than concrete
Softer than moonlight
Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes
I'd trade every day for that glimpse again
the heart is but my Heart is torn
Born of the 3 lions, raised by the lion Mountains
R nr tap na ose so me noto homebase
But you too familiar for make r b JC
Can you tell me
Tell me was it worth it
Killing yourself tryna' make her think you're perfect
Bloody white tee can't be cleaned with detergent
I used
the heart of a lion,
call me the sun god. (Ra) spittin the fire.
The people divided like whites of the eyes
and the blacks of the pupils of godly osiris,
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