Lyrics:
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
That you are everything I want and you are all that I seek
Life is high how life is
If life was a nigga it'd be crucified R.I.P to Virgil I wear Off
the world is afraid of me
I'm so, hidden and you're never gonna see
I'm cold, forgiven all because of my beliefs
I'm no, body that you ever want to be
Cause
the industry
And never send a song to the radio just to prove it to you all that this is a new era
I want to make an album that's second influential to the bible
a middle finger
Hip hop is sweeping the nation
But the contents seem so degrading
Most rappers got new albums
That white kids are anticipating
If you don't
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Enemies are forgiven but I ain't fighting someone who is battling
With their own set created inner demon
Like a fiend
They want to cut you
From out
Numbered artificial colors
The candies are all solid red, by the way
Two forms of cell glue, and no cinnamon
Artificial flavors is the closest suspect
How
yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here
begin,
Our helicopters out in the streets
look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in,
'Cause Cashis is live at the scene,
hey Cashis how are you my friend?,
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
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
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
for the world, now God has spoken
Three years writing music for the people who are not awoken
Four years since suicide, even though I've been through
homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now
Running with my sister Jinny, schooling me like Mr. Feeny
This is the first time I heard a gunshot
the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame, release those with pull
Power! I know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world
and then the debt is done
Boyo dey mad o, somebody better warn the world
I'm a rare breed like throat goats and unicorns
Hello to the industry, I'm bout
feels like I am surrounded by a bunch of robots
Sometimes i wish i was logic or kdot
I could have the whole world
By side
Getting played by ugly god
are their husband and the baby daddy is on child support
Hiding the world from your kid got them under a fort
They tryna kill like it’s a sport
Spirit
behind our backs new creations to learn
Semblance your duality
Semblance our duality (Yeah)
This album is an operating machine
They say our minds are too
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
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
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
an understatement, I'm Satan
Canibus is amazing, I don't know what the fuck Germain is
I just know that both of y'all are trying my patience
I don't give a fuck about
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