Lyrics:
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
Aw yah, alright
Aw yah, alright
Aw yah, alright
Alright
Take it all put up and go
I never thought you’d be in my home
You brought your demons and you
killers
Got nothin' to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be
directions
I'll treat ya body to what it needs
I'm still in charge but give me directions
Give me guidance baby when we get to sexin'
Seven positions for
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
still we some Bad Boy killers
Got nothing to lose, I got nowhere to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be
know it's not just pleasure, you know it's somethin' more
You know it's not the answer if it's not like comin' home
If the one who's there doesn't really
us into heaven
If we walk by His side"
Now many times my mind goes back
And I am feelin' low
To the good old days on mama's
Knee and the times we
Used
steppin' out
On me (no no) I give you direction (direction) and affection
(Affection), but you gotta do the right thing by me
You ain't nothing but a hound
And all his too
They knew
You can change direction
And fly home by midnight
Together, there’s no better place to start
I could bring the flour for pancakes
speaking much
Only in my raps, whenever I bring them up
Slinging 'em, from all directions
No one slick enough, no way
Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge
Five
or stifle it or censor
It in the name of marketing
I first saw censorship as
A child in Mogadishu
Walking into my home's courtyard one
Day and hearing
I was woken up by voices causing fear and pain
So eager to fix something that was not up to me
Been trying to see the love they told about
There's
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
every album a museum
When I bring my people freedom, they gon' smile like Mona Lisa
I'm married to the game, throwing the rice like Condoleezza
We
moment the storm grows darker
Clutched to our chests, all that we cherish
Whipped about by a whirlwind
Certain that we will perish
Like a little child, I
hands
Plan mid naughties I got to make
An album be the boss
But I got tied down to a job so my dream lost damn
Hey mr bus driver please take me home
But I
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
the path home
Salt and light and ideals upon the loft
Luminous treasures rests upon clouds
And light pours over and folds in every direction
I see the dark
Walk alone
In eternal hell
Through the dancing lights
And through my dizzy spells
Walking home
By the wishing well
Wish to lose my sight
Pray to go
directions
He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks
And he said, "Hey Goat!
Would you like to live with me?
I've got a house with
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