Lyrics:
attention cause the world gone fill my plate
Know my name
For however long that take
Been running from my problems
Now I'm running outta space
Trying
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
of a throne
Wrapped and plastered by delicate mastering
Similarly I put my heart into my art
Gracing every piece of art that I mark
I'm making moves moving
protected by this machine of death
The School of Americas provides the muscle
They're the enforcers of the policies of the World bank and the I.M.F.
They
America's a disgrace, they try to dumb you down
Knowledge is power, so they distract us with tech and gadgets
It's not police brutality, it's murder
Quoted by
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
aint really shit
Companies I worked for got rich
Here I am just me and my two cents
Will this shit every pay off
Did that shit really pay off
Sick
settlin'
They tryna rush me like adrenaline
And labels don't reply so I can get a deal
I've been itchin' for this shit
Someone give me a Benadryl
I get hella
Rican cousins too
They even have leaders what the fucks the world comin too
Minority vultures sabotage American good will
I wish for target practice
and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you say
If you wanna learn how I’m living just
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
Oh, me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas
classics
You don't believe well you better check the tracklist
Y'all looking for a feature, I'm looking for an actress
For theatrics, cause every album just
all, but you ignore the signs
On the backs of the downtrodden, you've built a fortress of lies and sin
Mark my words, the walls will cave in
Blackened
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
creep to the garage concrete
Get a stool to reach
For the roof high beam
Then tighten the
Rope, suddenly your neck will break
I will celebrate with
it's time to drop the album
Know y'all waiting for it
Remember last time in Atlanta
Boy I had to floor it
Fucking lights popped up behind me
Shit's was
We're in the age of supermen
The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
bananas
Sexy
Mama
Touch me leave a mark, u some lava
Way outta my league girl
You not for the streets girl
We can do sum reefur
Help you with your problems
Kill, kill, kill
It seems that killin gives these little children a thrill
Well how about I put in some light that is real
America is currently
do you want to eat sir?
Brocolli?" Brocolli's a side dish,
folks. Always was, always will be,
ok? When they ask me what I want,
I say, "What do you
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