Lyrics:
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
Bad boy run tracks like Usain
Never heard about the boy what is you saying?
Now they wanna talk about the way I do things
Keep waiting till you see
, nigga
Ask around in my hood, nigga
Read the Daily News, nigga
You see them talking about me, nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy,
and underground
Unlike my friend Flicka you know
He's not a myth
He's Persecution, Persecution
Persecution Smith
He's found at every protest march
You'll see him
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
was rated P.G.
Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down
Take me to, Ghost here they come now!
Er! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch,
you fire
I'm in a Porsche I got me the fire
So swagged out barely even try
You run down and you get divide
Big 40 cal all on my side (side)
All of my
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
exceptional
Me, Mr. Lewis, and Scratchator lookin' professional
Price different than what it was before, please move the decimal
See Robert F. Smith and Earn
peoples got to keep me in they fo-cal
Perform Al Jarreau style, then act like you know now
Surf the internet, inspect my profile
Return to menu if you
rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero ain't about shit if they ain't about dying
You know who was a hero to me
that nigga
Sun and palm trees
I don't give a fuck about yo roster we the top team
Ain't no Smith & Wessons around we the Glock team
Pop a goofy in his mouth he
We about to pull up on Jimmy house with a 50. Cal ready to explode
Is you down nigga (Are you down)
We about to hit the liquor store with some
'Cause it's big things I'm after
That little dudes stop it
I wanna see what all the talk's about
I wanna see if you gon' work me out
Rumor has it that you
know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put
Hahahaha
Yea
Yea
Whoo whoo whoo
Smith and Wesson on the side of me
I'm gunning
I'm gunning
I'm gunning it
Shawty down she wanna ride wit me
I'm
ain't strong
And his name is probably Shawn
Talking to his girl and all I see is this bitch fucking yawn
Come up on you, save you, lets get our fucking
yeah
That is really what it's all about
You gonna see me posted up with the praying hands
Not the ones you see scrollin' on the instagram
Real living
Niggas in Sacramento don’t want it with me
Tuckin’ a fifty cal get me now I’m 5150
I bet a nigga won’t try me I like to fry em up
Wine em up,
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators (uh)
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga with the fake, uh
sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators (uh)
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh, that's that nigga with the fake, uh
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