Lyrics:
Six months in and y’all yet to hear my most impressive verses yeah
Let it play out for a bit this the part two feel the vibes
They be blocking me off
the guy next door
Another bloodshed and so many dead
A harmless country is now walking on a razor blade
My heart is aching by the footage I see on TV
queried the man
Who advised me to stand by
Said your stuck with the blade
That you live or you die by
You carry that weight
Puts the lines on your face
queried the man
Who advised me to stand by
Said your stuck with the blade
That you live or you die by
You carry that weight
Puts the lines on your face
To die for his mother country
Isn't every father's wish
But if you7re ever feeling hungry
Feast your eyes on this
Bullied beat up cabbaged kids
My love, I swear by the air I breathe
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth
But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
I came from far away and I knew I have to pay
For this way and today I know there is always a way
Keep focus on your dreams
Work harder then machines
The day is saved
World is ours
Kill, burn, slay and choke
Fight for your country
Defend against the enemy
Counting down the shots you've shot
Counting
management,
and eliminate your poverty.
Your highness, but, but,
my hut is so small for the queen to live.
Don't worry my dear brother.
I can easily get used
by my side
And that if I don't remain in your life you'd probably die ya
And I can be a lot sometimes it's something I'm facing
Nobody ever made me
Africa nothing casual about dying
Nothing casual about standing for freedom
My grandmother used to say
"if you don't stand something
You will go for
yeah)
Did a lotta shit in my life, but I never changed (yeach, check)
Two-hunnid for the Patek and it's all plain (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
midgets
My digits are calling you out
Make a bar out of your life then invite you to come drink as I pour out my heart
If the ready for war then let’s go
or my advocate
My face is blue, it's like the weight gon' make me crack
Prepared to face the truth or you still waiting for the facts? Hmm
My people
rocking chair with a banjo
And a rifle for you animals
Cannibalistic. My country’s sadistic. It’s twisted.
So that’s how my wrist get. I write like misfit.
what we’ve found
In the country and the town
My teacher my teacher
Would you mind to share your mind to me
And I’ll share with you the joy I’ve found
by the media, dead of the chivalry
Play the reverie for every breath that I take
I'm in a dream state, wishing that I wasn't awake
Saw my cuz at a wake
Wonderin' where in this world might you be
And known' all the time
Your still rollin' along the country side
Do you still think about me?
Oh my
Gypsy
I love words. I thank you for hearing my words.
I want to tell you something about words that I think is important.
They're my work, they're my play,
you know
See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me well that's funny
Her touch tickles especially on my
a farmer for half of my days
I just love Keke Palmer for gettin' them A's like Akeelah , won't scared never
Fazed, Man this shit hit different
Go do your
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
And cross-country running to kill evil thoughts
I'm surprised that I survived
I ran ten thousand miles with my back to the wall
I can remember the first girl
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
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