Lyrics:
slaves on tracks
I'm Django with the grip upon my horse blue slacks
I'm Anakin Skywalker, same city as Shawn Carter
The infinite fly talker, slept
code is my device
Give me a mic, let me pierce my heart
Make it bleed on the track, push with speed to the charts
You know the route straight forward,
down,
On the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found
To a world without joy
Be a hothead
Surrounded by Sodom's warlords
Be a blind man
Phony brave hearts
Who often throw swords
With words that kill dreams
That
too
Double homicide on 'em, shit we're takin' two
But this ain't what you want with my breakthrough
Lil nigga but my heart like I make two
You
night
Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street
Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"
The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?
with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed
heart harder
Sip the truth, spit the truth
That's the smart water
I'm talkin' gospel, J Hova, no Shawn Carter
It's more cons than pros
The Southside
on track and trust in facts
And now I think I understand that shit can hit the fan
Just can I
Discuss how my heart is so cold
It's been bought and sold for
track but somehow you gotta stay transit, ha
Man, lucky me
I was diagnosed with a heart disease at nineteen
Could barely stand on my feet
Doctor
a soul and im telling the truth
My heart been abused i leave you black and blue
Stuck to the cold you know i keep it true
Fuck with no snakes im a ape out
all in black (Oh yeah)
Pouring up lean in the booth so we stay on track
Money all blue in the bands we got paper
Gwap it got range spread it reach a few
, all vicious n' with a black heart
Trying to get a reaction from Black Thought n' Blackstar
Not Blaq Bonez or Blac Youngsta, they on my blacklist
These
to Lil Caesar's
Dice you King Cold and Frieza
Heart on froze like a freezer
Icy cold like some Rita's
Malice in this bitch, Ron Artest
With my dogs,
nigga steady stressing /not knowing when I can make it / just wanna cake it with my lady but I see all the hating, /bout to tackle the track like a Mack
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
"Good wu-tang martial expert
There's not many, who can match up with him"
(he'll give you a heart condition
If you fuck around like that there
Tell
Yeah, I chose to stay instead
My mom got diagnosed with cancer
And that's where she staying at
She died on me before graduation
It caused my heart
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
night
Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street
Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"
The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?
discovered Nips on the track
2 weeks later I heard Nipsey was dead
He got shot by someone he knew from a sect
He got shot with bullets to the heard
I can count
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
off the most?
People wanna pretend that they can
Do what I do drop these tracks back-to back
With impeccable raps
Stay humble, move how I move
Hit it
the limited edition, prime series hum via tell a sport brain
Who came complete with all terrain capabilities
Track trail blazing a path of traveling freely
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