Lyrics:
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
your pants down
Blow your fuckin' brains out
Steelo kind of sick, you know I be that bitch
And fuck Judge Ido, 'cause he can eat a dick
It didn't have
Father, there's so much peace here at home
But not enough out there
Mother, there's so much love here at home
Hardly any out there
Father, we've so
out there, switchin' in the kitchen
And Dads in the living room
Fussin' and a-bitchin'
I'm out here, kicking the gong for euphoria
Euphoria - when your
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on"
And I see
Your father and my father “they” are bound by tradition...we are not bound by those traditions...
Hymn Naswaáree: What does that mean? Logically
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
real (real)
We're the last ones left (the last)
Suck your mudda (ha)
I said it with chest (you know)
I spy with my little eye (yes)
Something
mother?
I know the truth may be painful to swallow but we gotta open our eyes to each other
Tell me you love me, if you say it back I'll repeat it
To show
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes
thing
Demolition guy, shout out loud
You know, you are depressing
Does your mother care? Does she still pray?
By this time next, you'll be married
this is what a real nigga does
If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end
It's all about
ain't finna fight the bitch but it's gon' be a knockout
Hop out on your ass and stand over, ain't no drive by
You used to be my dawg but now he not, look
money far
Before the Fisker came
Official name's got plugs like
A new strain does
You may be hot inside your city
Homie you ain't us
You can't trust
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
I’m a man I know it’s more in life
I know I fuck up I should be a better grandson and be by your side
My mama mother she loves me my fathers mother
your- check you
You gon' let that- play you, you know we 'gon rep you
Next mornin' every news channel and front page
Headlines another rapper was
your- check you
You gon' let that- play you, you know we 'gon rep you
Next mornin' every news channel and front page
Headlines another rapper was
them people talking
I'm trying to leave your clothes removed on the floor
Like they dirty and need a washing
Feeling blessed by your beauty, hypnotized
trust me know I cannot trust that
Bad b saying fuck me but she don't fuck back
I need a bad b glockiana, when she bust I bust back
Pull out put it in her
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
so
You will know what I mean
My boy's mother got cancer the
Same time as mine
His mother died, and mine survived
The shit was fucked back then
When I
look at The Birth of
Black America by Andrew Frank
Take that to the bank
Let me rock again, hip-hop again
Check out Africa: Mother of Western
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