Lyrics:
(Icebreaker)
(The IC-E) we found that missing changes
In the immigration laws
And regional enforcement by
The federal government
Are maybe unfairly targeting
took control, back than when my girlfriend's name was nicole|Rest in peace her soul, we had FUN i think back, child prodigy gifted in black|Freestylin,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
M O $ E Z
Bizzy
Sabi Wasabi
Ayyee
I gotta make it
To the top
I gotta feed
The family
& they ride
By my side
Looking like
Ah Army
Gotta make it
musicians and poets in the world, many of them Older knew, his name on album sleaves of some of the greatest music. They talked about Socrates Theory
drizzy named views after you
Bunda caught a case, yeah I saw it on the news
Swinging north east west down south e dey move
Would you be kind to follow me
The shards of the Sun are hidden under the snow, and under thousands of frozen corpses... The winds are now sweeping the frozen moor, the horizon is soaked by
a funky scent
It's called The Dangerous Crew, make you feel stupid
Play a thousand records and you still can't loop it
Cause it's not to be found, but if
dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind
life, the 1000 Winds Project
By TheChrisAllen.com
One more than 999 individual pristine 24-bit fart recordings
Quoting the site, captured using
I fuck with them as friends
But the music wasn't it, just being honest as it gets
I'm talking shit because I can go back it up
I made thousands off my
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
you know what I'm saying?
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
like she selling swimwear (okay)
A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire (that's not an M)
But I don't knock your hustle, get it out
Won a great debate against the state about the mother plane
He called me by that other name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
own record label and put myself on blast
The album was independent, it was just for the streets
I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' week
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