Lyrics:
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
If I died tomorrow who’d be missing the G?
I’m alive but y’all ain't sticking with me
I’ve been trynna show love and spread peace
But it's like I’m
[Elzhi]
[Elzhi]
The Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth
Is it a classic to blow through the roof
Just ask 'n let me show you the proof
We
bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
They wanna show me where I should be by now, I tell "I get it in my own time"
(The Lord's time)
In my own time
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
a death they wanted me to die from
The outcome is coming out
To show what they about
Too much clout can only result in too much doubt
I don't give
underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she
that we all know
We're the bait in a horror show
Yeah, we are all alone
In a horror show
Banish me and mine to outer space
I'd shoot them in a second
to see me by myself
But I get to the show and rhyme over myself
A couple dudes get to rappin' too
And they're sayin' my words, just displaying
on board
Like newscasters I have to make my report
I don't mind if you take it by force
But please show some compassion of course or
These are things you
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
[Album Designed, Written
They count us out we been waiting
It's time to go
Rise up now part of the show
And you already know
Without hesitation
Love for this game
Straight
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