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And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well
He
How do I begin
I'll start by saying thank you
My veil is wearing thin
I can't always protect you
In this world of changing tides
It's never easy
Let's go, let's go! Jamla
Pete Rock! Khrysis
How we're doing, son?
It's a new day, new way
My hand's on the bottle
When your beat sound breakable
real, but I make em' feel it like a rape victim
Nigga ain't it sickening
How I could just come up from nothing
Then all of sudden be buzzing
Was left in
crack
Kill your whole career in 10 tracks
Running circuits like it's gym class
Lunch pass fuck that I don't want you in my sight again
Banana grapefruits
created by instar
Once my name was on chalkboards now it glistens in lights
Pour my heart through the pa I'm reborn every night
Put my logo in concrete
You already know how we do this
No girl gonna choose six packs over six cars that's why i gotta gym my pocket
Tryna make this mulla ride in a rover get
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave
to the face
That's what you are
How does it feel when your heroes have failed you?
It takes the wind out of your sails
The stench of betrayal
The home team has
a class clown
I was just like 12, in the 6th grade,
i was all by myself, I was afraid
and people used to yell, always thru shade
making me feel like shit so
Cole
Cole world
Yeah
Let me take y'all back man
As I do so well
Wasn't nothin' like that
Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time
She was
them in the gym
That I was monstrous
And still from the jury they attest
Into the well beneath my chest
You are a monster, yes
Dylan, Phil
cynical
Just keep your feet on the pedals elliptical
Nah he ain't leaving, condition ain't critical
If you get caught by the boys keep it minimal
One in
crying
But I'm too rich to do that
Drop it low and on them hoes
Because they thought she was too thick to do that
Got me thinking how I'm so lucky how shit
hope to meet
Dribbles loves a kickabout, he'll join in any game
He's not the greatest player but he loves it all the same
In fact, he loves the game so
On the streetcar headed uptown
I went to class (sure did) every day
And never wore a frown
I was taught by the Neville Brothers
Benny Spellman, and a whole
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
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
ready for the trip trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit
ready for the trip trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit
block into a gym class
Pull-ups off my top bunk, bench press my mattress
Curlin' pillow cases full of books and a atlas
Can you understand this or has
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