Lyrics:
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
Yea
You know the album dropping so
It's like, it's like bonus content
For the day one's
Yea sometimes, I get emotional
I'll praly end up holding you
mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on
The block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if
it's a cold case
Get yo' ass snatched up like my new waist (yeah)
Pulled in and out of prison like a drive-thru
Audemars waitin' on me 'cause the time
and off-screen
" she says "A lot of what I went through in
That first relationship, the very low-lows
I did not make
Public i was under the impression that I had
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate
just ain't her style
(gross) lordy Lou all I wanna do is
Make it til I'm 42 so
I can feel just in every grouchy
Thing I say or do
Until then you better
actin' tough, showin' they fake aggressive side
'Til I see 'em in public, now the wanna contextualize (what you say about it?)
I heard niggas shot up
a dream I had in which
Jean Baudrillard was rapping with Public Enemy
Shouting "Don't believe the hyperreal" with Flava Flav and Chuck D
And I said I
a dream I had in which
Jean Baudrillard was rapping with Public Enemy
Shouting "Don't believe the hyperreal" with Flava Flav and Chuck D
And I said I
Verse 1:
Now it's time to go back in 2008
When I'm using T-Mobile Sidekicks and it's very great
Bumpin' Ice Cube Raw Footage in my front yard
Jamming
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
dollar project
Let's change up the topic
And then let's be honest
Speak out in public
End in a coffin
Millions of dollars
Make millions of projects
People
Scoop
And Tyson was Sybateli rappin' in high school
Big dreamers, born leaders
I was chosen by the game when I was still a fetus
How many times I gotta
in diapers
These prices are just like the ways of my Heavenly Father
Undeniably higher
I can not in my right mind justify
This method of chunking up
Free man J still locked in a cell
Pick up the pen or the GAT filled with shells
If I get caught get then I won't ever tell
Gem in the rough but
I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one
Just talk my shit yo
This wasn't originally on the album,
It just made it 'cause I
kick, snare
Public Enemy took a political stand
Now we pirate these records like damn the man
NWA got attacked by the media
Now we check the facts up
alone
And when you call my phone late at night
Anticipation always burns me up inside
Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
in the era I played in
Still on the pavement, the hood gon' cheer for the gangsters
A miracle I made it, three albums up and six zeroes later
I'm
degree bout as useful as a shattered toy
Toe the line and hope my balance poised
Could fall and splatter in a moment fam I'm hoping that I can avoid
And if
it's keeping up appearances
Symbol of black of achievement, perseverance, and excellence
But reticent, headspace sequestered—nobody entering
In my mental
Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible shit ever written
Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
Pray, to your god and to them words in the biblical
up/
How G is a G when it's time to really give a fuck/
Public housing child. Runnin' round these projects wild/
Grew up crippin'. Affiliated on gang
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