Lyrics:
Touching every layer of matter from beginning to latter
It's the laws of attractions that's in action here
Not the voices of the conscious programmed with
Through the window neighbors stare but
I'm not 'bout to put on clothes
I'd rather be naked nothing on
I'd rather be naked nothing on
I'd rather be naked
that's what you said
My Ma told me today, when she went away
To buy groceries
To be a good boy, she'd give me a toy
'Cause I'm my Mama's pride
The walls are painted
Different every second
My eyes are of chrome
It is television
Can't let go of my leg
It's itching and bleeding
Layer by
only got one earth, one sun
There's nowhere in our universe
Where we can go if things get worse
We'd better make a start today
The problems here
We'd better think about the things we say
We'd better think about the games we play
The world went 'round, yeah around and 'round
We'd better
On the mellow, coolin with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch-layers
Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most
Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost
I
to overthrow the government
It won't work 'cause niggas don't believe enough
They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
Around they wrist, you
brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice"
I said, "Yo the brother don't swear he nice
He knows he's nice, ya know what I'm sayin' "
So Chuck, we got a feelin'
to overthrow the government
It won't work 'cause niggas don't believe enough
They'd rather stand on the corners and receive a cuff
Around they wrist, you
fitted in Gucci, Prada, and snake skin
Young OG
The G O D
You see me not your D O G
So keep six feet
Been sick of you
Like C O V let's see I D
Been balling
her
(slayer) then Ima dip like 3 layers (layers)
Like a teacher coming down your row cuz
You know I want your paper
(know I want your paper)
Jet I like
boastin'
Cause I'm the owner and
The mothafuckin' coach
And the top player, that's only the top layer
And the whole fan section is
Like I am texting cause
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it any way I can
Keep
So I got to floss 'cause I'm more like a boss player
Thug, branded to be a women-layer
So many player haters, imitators steady swangin'
Make me
socks
And the drummer played at a solid pace
And a taste of the bass was in my face
And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky junky
the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forgive 'em, any way I can,
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it any way I can
Keep
is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck? You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
back
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
You know I used to be a player, fly girl layer and a heartbreaker
Lovemaker, backbreaker but then I made a
Mistake yes I fell in love with this ill
Thoughts are in full flight Enveloping a wisdom earned with time Passages of time Stripping back the layers of my mind Chronicles of life Unraveling a truth
York City where rap was invented
You'd love it if you was in it
Where I'm from, the liquor store is next door to the church and
Couldn't use
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