Lyrics:
with the gavels, look em' right up in they face
While a nigga under oath, plead the fifth, then ask if I can smoke
Burnin' dirty money but I keep
and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat
Like a pregnant hooker, at the end of her shift
I'm almost out of motherfucking fucks to give
So, fuck MGK and his resting bitch face
By the way… how
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
for acknowledging
My ability to continue my career
For 34 years in the face
Of blatant misogyny, sexism
Constant bullying
And relentless abuse when I
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
umm..goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it?
i swear i parked my car... shit
aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
open my eyes see my
by the morning’s first light
Got to be getting on
One side of an album, babe
No time for breakfast, babe
I’ll be your once in a while
I’m back
tired of playin' horseshoes
Mama she'd call me over to her side
You know she'd say I'd like to take some pictures
You could see her face light up with
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I'm gone
So when they call my number, I don't never pick up
I
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah,
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on, we'll conspire as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid the plans that we've made
Walking in
This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face
I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore
This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face
I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
ten songs when I drop them. Hope everybody likes them and bops them. Hope they tell me how good I got them.
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