Lyrics:
competitive to the bone
Such tragedy to trample on each other
With how much we've endured
With the state this land is in
You and me feel joined only by
don't know who my savior is
As tears roll by
Oh dear heart I know it's been a long time
And the pendulum swings so wide
I've been wrestling with
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
Ready or not, refugees taking over (ready or not)
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover,
store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
desert dust
Because there's just aint no more water
Because brown never did let drop reach the end of the cheek
Before it got wiped away
By the hand
even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time (All I know)
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by
hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum
and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dreadlocks fallen all over me
And then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And, oh, with quick velocity,
and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dreadlocks fallen all over me
And then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And, oh, with quick velocity,
Ready or not, refugees taking over (ready or not)
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover,
store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
liquor store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars, them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try
beard
No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
When the dreadlocks swing and the roof come off
The crunk juice got me up all night and shit
And it last
fly like my dreadlocks propellers
I think I should headline Coachella
My woman a queen like Coretta
And nigga you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be
the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
stuck in a time loop
While the pendulum swings on by
Tell me why I see you in everything, everywhere
All the time, you follow me like a shadow
From
competitive to the bone
Such tragedy to trample on each other
With how much we've endured
With the state this land is in
You and me feel joined only by
to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo
due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life
I'm the pendulum of emotions
Swinging back and forth, I'm up and down
Like waves in the ocean
I got that kind of light
Catches orbit
Pull you
his head for snatchin Reeboks
Cut the dreadlocks, son, I rock the bald Caeser
Allow God to slip through the s*** more easier
Police pulsated that
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