Lyrics:
by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We're not on the same terms
A flame burns
You're all like tape worms
a vest)
Okay
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do
somethin
Women, they do the same thing that men do man
They cheat, they go out, they wild, they girls goin wild
But they a lil' better at it than we
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Come
As they were boarding their ferry
To go to the soundcheck
And they were super chill
You know we only talked
To them for a second
But they were like
Do you
survival like a cactus vital to that h2O balance
Baring talons and talent by the gallons
We all belong in a palace Kings & Queens
Speaking the same language
our rights
We ain't down with the looters
Only when you go and shoot us
Start a ruckus
What we gotta do to survive?
When we all wanna speak up
You be
Those who do know, you should teach
Through every loophole, we gon' leap until you reach
A common ground and become unbound
Because when your whole
Who's asking questions
Who's the shooter
And what did the this poor woman do to ya
To deserve this open public murder
Meanwhile he walking down
Young niggas ignorant
Can't keep no solid pay
The quickest way to end this shit
Don't go make the same mistakes
Monkey see like monkey do
They
la jet set, loin du regard de vos esthètes
J'ai disséqué bien des caisses claires, pratiquant le rap en mode expert, expert
Un bipolaire à la Dexter,
called leaders leading women into damnation
mindwarped by mr lynch like in them Plantation
Stuck in the stagnation,
Tryna find salvation
Tryna give back
from here
Where do we go, where do we go
We go, where do we go
From here, where do we go from here
This Willie Lynch letter is not a myth, That's what
I'm with this
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Ooh complexion (two-step)
It all feels the same (it's
payroll, same old gang
Pour ce qui est du dough, slide bémol
So on a fait comme si, moins haut de gamme
On a joué aux durs, I got a couple scratch
When
She keep calling me
I think she just got hit by Cupid
Or this shorty stupid
Gotta keep my head up
Lord knows what I'd do to them
Gangstas move in
to turn around and go and get that
Tell the truth shit I ain't going nowhere if I ain't with that
Niggas hatin', watchin', plottin', tryna see what's in my
sound patriotic to you
I Don't come around to it the same way you do Cuz I didn't get here the same way you did
I can love this land and still call you
fast die young
Black kids do it well
Take black lives
And conservatism swells,
Tell Donald lynch me
After eating Taco Bell
Tell Donald lynch me
After
the D so good, she think I care
Married to the money, you just another affair
Vs Diamond nose ring, you can't get this out of Claire's
Two hoes tryna
and together
Fly around the circle nine times
Find the girl I need, here’s my description
She has a soul like mine
Tell her:
Hey
My name’s the same
As the one
I swear it got me going I swear it got me going going out of my mind
I'm dream the same dream again that I did last night
And I don't know when ima
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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