Lyrics:
And made it complicated for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin' see
That was
And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze
Turn, turn, turn again
Sayin',"Could you kindly leave my office now, please"
Turn, turn
me just in case
You judge me and you don't know
Me you must be fake
Its a dedication to my homies just in case
Yoh, I might pull up in
A bulletproof
Coachella, i
Got a tour comin' up, I don't
Really have time but, fuck it
I gotta figure it out
Cole Alexander adding his vocals to DEATHCAMP
Tyler recording
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
life for god and for good
I don't know what to say except if you or your brothers or friends want to come visit
We have movies in our small chapel here
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
plays
Up
Fuck
Cunt
Bottom feeding arse face
On your last legs like your last race
Stay ducking past feds from a sparse age
Misled by corleone and scarface
He was Punishin' Big Dope Jungle Brothers was Krazy X Three
It was he his Son Doobie King Tee
A Fresh Prince Paul Kid Whorodin' in a Capri
Comrades
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
stole my claim to earthly riches
Someone go and dig a ditch, there may well be a hangin'
One brother reached inside his shirt searching for his gun
about-face, I implore you, brother
Don't walk away, don't walk away from me
'Cause this is our war
Oh, you think they have it all
While you were left with
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Got a AK
And a Glock
But no opps
O well
Up in the morning
Chasing the C
I'm going hard
Judge by the beat
No feelin In us
Don't cry
Retreat
Kissing
Humble beginnings still I give a fuck how you're feeling
Just don't judge the life that I'm living
I got a new thing for winning
So fuck coming
don’t, I don’t want no, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna, vote for your inauguration
Cause I don’t need your, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna
Limbaugh
me Ason
If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ arm
And glide off like an escapade, renegade on ice
Lemonade Clark, the haze is nice
the G's
Plunder Brothers here get down on your knees
Hands up
Everybody freeze
Hit up your joint withdraw the green
Timing impeccable
Getaway clean
Plunder
up a sign, I put away my nine
Fool, 'cause I'm color blind
Killer Cali, the state where they kill
Over colors 'cause brothers don't know the deal
Wow, wow, hey yeah, alright, man
That was great bYE! Get the
Fuck out of here that was
Nice cut his mic off, thank you i am
Back, I am your host,
it might be scarlet
I see your face down by the market
You were sent down by the artist
Somewhere in the spanish scenery
Among all the casuarina trees
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