Lyrics:
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
say how I feel
By the way, I go by Killoah
But you can call me Kill
Don't worry my name be ambiguous
Oh you wanna hear how I feel?
On top of the world
and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cuz
to die, i already feel that inside
How could I love you, you left my side
You would ride said you would die
Guess that was fake cuz it turned out a lie
nowhere, I ain't goin' nowhere
'Cause we gotta move together as a country to get to the next destination
And I don't want to cast no stone
But I feel
when I spent a hundred
Dollars on a ticket to your show
And now I feel like you stole
My fuckin' money and I'm broke
Man, you taught us how to rap
(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I pray these niggas understand how passion is contagious
(To get you under my pressure)
Richer
(I been tryin',
thats how swords get pulled from stone;
By sad young men in supplication with a wishbone in a hand
Bent
Sing it
And Keep it
Brother to Brother
Sent
is call them either bitch or a black hoe
I say first brother you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
tears I can’t cry
I know that you ain’t here but I feel you by my side
I’m just praying for the better real niggas don’t die so my brothers gon live
know how it is to have just enough money for you to live
Surrounded by people that want you to give
Won't even reach out to talk about business
I don't
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
by glass
How you think it feels to lose a mother?
How you think it feels to lose a sister?
How you think it feels to lose a brother?
How you think it
introduce..'
'Four of New York's finest..'
'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!'
[Large Professor]
Yo
I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer
world 'cause these brothers don't slack
They always comin' with the up-to-par
You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far
Know what I'm sayin', yeah
You never had the cake
She lookin bad today
Prices I had to pay
Choices I had to make
When I finna graduate
Just watch how I blast the game
Feel
machine by nature and I'm too young to be dismissed
But I'll sit in the corner with my crayons, glue, and math
Cause everyone around me says that's the best
pointed at our brother: That's the face that you should target
That's the 60s, ain't shit changed, just a function of the culture
They love us, we a model,
Check if, he found the goal just to lose your soul
At the poll, the country's fucked you gotta cast your vote
And all the protectors do is po-po at us,
I love this country doesn’t matter how much hate I get
I take my colors into battle ain’t no wavering
Cause this is for my warriors who marching
on the country's Backside
But here's the downside
My skin is white
And a typical indigenous Life lost
Is done by a white
For us if the police would Fight
Then these
Following footsteps of sisters and brothers
How proud we are, just like your Dad
Your oath pride of place, for all to see it
But the promise just
the constitution that made this country great
And salute our flag as it's raised
My father served in World War II, my brother Vietnam
I could see the scars it left
folk
Talking about stuff ain't as bad as it seems
See, why'all don't feel my pain (I don't have pain?)
I don't see how, you on the cover on Time magazine
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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