Lyrics:
some thugs, with ice that glow and glisten
In a six hundred Benz, and the top is missing
Sit back and listen, cause what I'm saying is real
From
a man
Ten years and I still aint seen a hundred grand
I said fuck it giving up just wasnt in the plans
You niggas need work I need placements
But I heard
I’ve been feeling the anger of my dreams
Reminding me that, it’s time to start
They’ve got enough of me tryna fit in
I gotta wake up, it’s time
(i) Snapshots
Harold is an entrepeneur
Harold is a restauranteur
Harold's sharper than a blade
He has contacts In the trade
He loves to laugh
relying on yourself, alone
Some trails you need to choose
And easy overcome
Don’t be shy
A journey of hundred miles
Began with one step
Just take a breath
let go
Buried diamond, now, blood diamond
The mass beauty of our people is the one thing we need to let show
Why I choose to remain buried
to bed
What's up bitch? Show your badge bitch
Don't give a juice if you got that badge bitch
Speed off 100, leave me in the dust
Like Wil E Coyote I
With the demons on my back
You gotta take the line, you gotta feel the slack
Cause no ones ever perfect in this fucked up world
You either choose
[Spoken] Cryogenically frozen
Wrapped in a glaze of 100% pure irony
Sanctified by fashion magazines
Can't you see they're laughing at you laughing at you
gave us his one
An only Son
To die on de cross, son
For his blood, to wash away our sin!
Committed by Adam an Eve!
What bout, voices at back of my head
You send, "Thoughts and prayers," but I know you don't really care
It was printed on her jacket, we all know you just can't hack it
Yeh, you know
cause he spit yhu out and chewed
Screaming I used to be a escort like that's the thing to do
Worth a hundred and swear you got it but yhu a lil bum too
anybody to get hostile
This is just a hobby I feel
Sorry for this lost child
Chipmunk, Chipmunk, Chipmunk, Chipmunk
Lyrical skill isn't measured by your
Panicked fear races through the accused
Silence only broken by hideous squelching
A hundred legs, a thousand arms
Play together in a foul symphony
The fool
a hundred a week if there's gift in your gab
Talk cheap, unless the talk be, centered on knowing all these
Bilingual remarks be, flipping into new car keys
see
One does not even see one is blind
do we choose to close our eyes
Or is it the veil is so stained
By the treasons of our humanity
That we're
NEWSIES:
No!
JACK:
Even though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by saying so
And the world will know!
What's it gonna take to stop
eXactly like in the old days. Work and learning takes place remotely by transmitting content directly to the brain. Population growth is tightly controlled
collect two hundred more, ride til last stop
Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me
Up to me, chosen few
Chose to be over you
there's nothin wrong with that
But when Booga Bears do it - it's wack
In fact, I was in the shop the other day
Girls, hear me out, okay?
Reading Essence
then ill go get it like
Tryna see some more of your moves
Aint nobody playing by the rules
Got a hundred copys now choose
Just smile for them viewers
four hundred
Years ago, but does this do anything to reverse it's effect?
No one with the intellegence will deny that a great atrocity was committed
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