Lyrics:
facelift
By my name of hieroglyphics you could say I'm prolific
I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship
All aboard these concepts beyond
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you
monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all
okpu I go by the name
Josh to the banker
You know me but I don't I know you
El Padrino give them food for thought
Flows the mbara imie neye nmadume
How
to raise hell and bail and brag and sag
or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you
their lies or get left stressed by the deepest of sends
Ain't got time for beefing with feds
Or beefing for ends, that's a needless event
Guys like you
Remix
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
Heart-ache made us
Don't care if you're a O-A-P, bloke, ba-by, bro, lady
Let's stand up for the same team
Go crazy for the same dream from the 1960's, remix me
realized the World wouldn't give a fuck whether I'm here or not,
And that's contrary to all that other madness that you hear a lot,
Ain't no bigger
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
El-P
Stiffler
Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue
Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two"
I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe
So I'm
down, make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool, for this new era, new order
New terror, new torture, run up and extort ya, abort
from)
Give me a chance or ima take one
I been consistent with keeping it solid, nah I never could fold
I'm giving you game, the type that's supposed to be
to cats that rock MAC knowledge knowledges
Hood astrologists, illegal anesthesiologists, yo
El elefante, Bella Fonte
Keep a regimen ready to give 'em
they call you Black, you got the worst prospect
To live it up the best, so we reject ourselves
Like Black folks and Africans don't share the same hell
the shit, she said I'm all that and a bag of chips
Meet me after P.E. by the big tree, finna hit that bully hard
Get the BG's when he sees me wit the dream
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
the scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college
Boy I went to college
They told me, that I was Afro-American
But their history was rewritten by Edomites
With
cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about
cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
"It's all about
I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was
Yeah, uh-huh, underground, never stop y'all
Underground, K.P. y'all c'mon!
[Chorus]
Ain't no stoppin what we done
Don't give up this fight is
too fat
Who that
Sliding all up on his opps on the block bringing hell
You knew that
Years I remember praying for a way with a scale
I'm out for the top
same jail
Once they out the cell, tell them boys to raise hell
I'm so f*cking close to the border I know cocaine well
New car smell your girl you can
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