Lyrics:
This is the latest of facts, we just received in our news
Just-just-just received in our
Just-just received in our news
I have bad news for you
Ah,
That's facts with a X, they can't stop me, I'm back
On my boom bap, dummies can't give me no dap
No handouts, my hand out reaching for soap and water
neither was our band.
and i wrote songs for jen.
jen was my girlfriend.
she said my songs were fun,
i asked her a question:
'will you come to our first
Yeah, I know you down for some ignorance, down
Sosa Baby
Coolin' on the block and we down for some ignorance
No love to the opps cause we down
Hello and welcome friends to "Dreaming Abundance"
Where we pause to step into our truest state of being, abundance
My name is Alice Hu and
I'm so
properly introduce
I'm an aperitif, a starter, not yet overly produced
Yet I feel that in couple years I'll be all over the news
Cause catchy lyrics with
300 dollar telly, we here for a week
I go to the hood and tell em, and they say "I'd get a P"
PTSD, 4 hours of sleep, enough rest for me
I grab my
Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon
Now it's '95
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I'mma give em hurricanes until another levee break
You
Why will I fight for my people
When in the middle of the fight
They will turn around and fight me
What are the odds, it’s very high
Nobody want
that we make it
Pray that we make it
Pray for us baby
Bad crew, the new rule (New, new)
I got another one waiting, half faded
I had bad memories, she
has given me new strength
I thought I'd never know
But I take a step, and fall right back
For the ground's gone beneath me
And I behold, illuminated in
When I met you baby, you was for sale
I just stepped out of the county jail
For a punk ass misdemeanor
My P.O. don't like Nickatina
And an old
(She Slides)
I've been gone lay for the lady
I'ma go pray, oh babe, don't play me, I know
I don't think you know what you see yet
Baby, I don't want
rose
We, sit at the table, then we, write our goals
Then we, find our souls, then we, make a toast
Earned my stripes, so I been official
I tell my
taliq got dreads
Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds
Pouring beer on the curb for the dead
I had to bring drama to some powder head
in braids taliq got dreads
Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds
Pouring beer on the curb for the dead
I had to bring drama to some
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
Of which they make is more than 700 million dollars
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse for time for
charge of the weapons
Hit from verandahs and do our thing unexpected
So we plan a plot with an Uzi and ten shot
Buck 'em 'til they all drop, circle
One spills his blood for horror
His choice alone to suffer
Infernal voices calling
Catastrophe no waiting
Ten more encircled wailing
It's his
of them n****s want to kill Paniro
Better send the guerrillas
'Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime I sleep, I die
Wish I
The wattage too high for the people I'm shocking
They might need a brand new adaptor
Yessir
I know I'm the Chxsen
I couldn't see it but now my eyes open
'Boutta
speaking
I would like to welcome you to our final destination
If you look to the left, you’ll see dolphins jumping around
These playful creatures, they love
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