Lyrics:
Swervin' a stretch bourbon
Identity of this man I look persian
Hey yo we gotta get him
I want to know where they came from
Or who sent them
First nigga
Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
autonomy
Our once unique Identity's
Been washed from our shores
This is Great Britain
And these are our whores
David and Victoria
There's hope for us all
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
lead to a calamitous surrender of volition
Violation of one's identity
predates man himself by necessity
An intrusion of thoughts illuminate the mind
karma brought us
Married to the game, like Usher we was caught up
Now we got some R&B broads we can call up
You niggas come around keep the wall up
Smoke
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
the blame for my entourage, just stop droppin' names
And you gon' stop getting dropped and mollywopped by the gang
Do your thang, just keep me out of it
My
it
In the pretty face, you can't replace her
She gets her own on her own like a captain
That's the type of girl that I want by my side
That's the type
on his face, no blushin'
These guns, they burnin' like Usher
My shooters gonna score at the buzzer
Niggas get clapped 'bout rap
War time, no Twitter
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
really not
Skeptics unpolished, students, professors, scholars
Soon to forget and acknowledge, led by what their reading
Missing sense that is common -
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
light
That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street
Then a bar or two of classical music
Will waft through the air
Newspaper adverts will usher
You've been targeted in the night
By violent mercenaries.
Your identity's been confused
With one that looks like you
You're a simple man living
duplicitous identity
Diction and contradiction have become the skills of assimilation
Razor honed to perfection from the moment of creation
It's gone from
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
Step by step
(Little by little)
Everything shows its real face
Step by step
(Little by little)
Every lie turns true
Truth is revealing your identity
I started having amnesia
Lost my identity and had a broken image (Image)
Ran from his presence cause I thought it was rubbish (Rubbish)
My eyes where
feet hang around me
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by me
Iron Man's sick of being Tony Stark
We don't know who we are
Do I know who I am or what I'm gonna be
Not by far
And we always change our plans
It must be hard
To finally find yourself
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