Lyrics:
the- not the-
Not the- bees
Mosquito is the glue and I put on the show
We're here to push the envelope
Don't care about the dough
'Cause success is just
[Malcolm X]
We are oppressed We are exploited
We are down-driving We are denied not only civil rights but even human rights
So the only way were
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
and hide yea we're here to fight
The people down here are a different breed
But the people at the top are full of greed
Rest In Peace George Floyd yea We
the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
albums if you were selling for free
What about that Walmart angry bird? (Devin!)
You got emotional on a made-up award
Yo whole personality is sucking off
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
Spot-If-I royalties.
Miguelito Gordo: Well, we're going to make a compilation album. We have 18 songs that, according to Professor Troylawney, should
to the shit show
This is the intro
I'm yelling bitch I'm back like I didn't just get here
I'm tryna get double of everything by next year
MV - dedicated MC
we'll see a conclusion here tonight
Man I gotta do it right, cause my third albums in sight
Bring it back to that boom bap for album four it's only right
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
Dad’s black. Guess who had to struggle more? Grandaddy tells me bout the days we still had “Colored” doors. And ain’t much changed since then here in
the yard wit' him
Now my dawg gone
I'm wishing that I could talk wit' him
Too much hard liquor
To the liver took my dawgs life
cnd still I'm here
allow me another visit
Yes, Giza, Karnak, Thebes
I see them now once more! In the grip of a waking dream, I walk those restless sands again
Egypt, here
black
Lemme see who them fishnets catch
Misfit here to flip tracks most vicious
Strict underground shit
Kimmy Schmidt on wax
Sip anything in a thick pink
Compromise
Stay by your side
I'll reside
In your sighs
Placed inside me, in my soul
Full of pretty pink skies, I know
Flower in your hair, breaking
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions,
I do is tell you dudes where the Western Union dough
You need my social security info?
Here's my tax I.D. number, it's worth ten fold
I remember my
loaded and start to begin, release the metal beast within
All as one, in union, scream out loud
Here we are, we're gathered in this hall
United by
said, 'What the fuck, stand here and give me luck'
And she whispered in my ear
A purple one on there and put a pink one on there
I did just that
hard to swallow like cinnamon
But when you see me you see an immigrant
So tell me why you're getting so vigilant
When everybody knows that we're
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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