Lyrics:
from ṣifr
Is the next Younis Mahmoud among
Four million orphaned babies?
What if Yusra Mardini wasn't able
To swim to safety? It could be Steve Jobs
Is
one of us he'd be insane
Lead me to the camps, where they come and they staystuck in our homeland we won't have it this waychase them out, string them
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
from death
Though a son, he learned to obey
By bearing weight and suff'ring pain
And a perfect priest he became
And now He is able to save us from
train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun
train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun
you're decision is my recision,
Listen and you might be able to catch all disses I'm dishing
Good luck silencing someone nonexistent to begin with
Been
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
right here cruising in mid flight
Soul crushing work turns you husk by 25
Question is how do even I know I'm still alive?
I think we've been desensitized
get out in your Pamper
G-Turbo might Swervo
And leave you to rest
Bitches pressed they see me with lil head
"Who the fuck is this bitch in your bed?"
Still a slave to the ghetto and a food stamp
Next phase is the trains and the death camp
What does it matter when the first lady is a tramp
Order
scurrying
Maybe a, maybe a raccoon
Hey camera guys, can you zoom in on Scooter?
Let's get a good one right here
Look at those shades by the way
Is he
rollin' in a Gee the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?)
Don't roll that shit (whats up?) and hold that shit
the judge got Wyclef confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India,
ride alike
Will he be able to handle bars
Or will he die tonight?
My ride is like you might not
Even make it outside tonight
I swear to God it's like
If
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
he. How quickly we're able to put portions of our past behind us - or at least how quickly we change its shape to suit our purposes. Hm.. How quickly
the guys
Looking at the fish
As the time goes by
Camp out ambi, ay, he at ABT
Camp out ambi, ay, he at ABT
Camp out ambi, ay, he at ABT
Camp out ambi, ay,
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is
able to go to the weed spot
'Cause all of the dreads would think I'm a cop
If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
to Jesus
Christ in the first place
Come on look at these stones be made bread
And you know he used to wangle out of it
By saying a wicked and deceitful
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
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