Lyrics:
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
leaving this bitch breathing
Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow
Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna
narcissist
But just tell me I'm your hero so they can never say I'm less
Cause one day I'll be an old white man
I hope some things will have changed by then
If
money is garbage I just share my views through it
I'm the connect for distribution
Oh yeah I move music
This is the third installment of the torment for
Get me high but give me death
They say I’m old enough to die young
Thinking blindly as I regret
Without a high I lie alone
For my lungs are one by one
bumping this jam, bitch
Getting love never gets boring
And showing out never gets old
Every night is a replay
But I don't really care, I'm too on
I'm too
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
on the moon I'm too cold
Think the sun my son I'm too old
Say Playas like us taking over
It's time to take over lets take em to Pluto.. yeah
Is ya kidding me
This is my confession
I'm a broken man full of depression
God save my soul and restore my life
So I can be a better man for my wife
This is my
industry freaks
I'm Shaun of the Dead
Thriller on repeat is this song in my head
Feel the songs beat, what I want but instead
Bubblegum bums only want candy
some people that can’t walk with out it
Show my wild side I feel like I'm Christopher Walken
But I'm not a window shopper
Meeting my idols I talk with
an omelet
I come from Auschwitz
Put you in a coffin
Listen to my lyrics when I'm spitting on this verse
Yeah the only time you're pulling up you're riding in
How can I hate what I create
Just hope you cared for more than bucks
It's really awesome I'm happy for your small run
You turned tired 16's into a 4x4
too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Ochy
I'll get used to this eventually
I know, I know
These streets have
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turns my teardrops to rain
Been bearin' this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes
the circus, they trying serve
I'm either too hood for my own good
Or I'm too good for my own hood
Cold is the climate in the hearse
Where they found me in
be the death of me
Trying to stay alive
Abiding by the narrow stride
Walk lowly slowly boy
And fear this modern-day pharaoh
Yea that’s what I call
they say shit I know I’m too real to go live by the code
Niggas claim that they solid but told Ain’t no diamonds
It’s 3 tone the gold
I ain’t no old head
shut
Uh
Don't get reckless
You're not saved cause you got cross necklace
When you know Him you won't stay in sin
Renew your thoughts put the old in
killed a civilian
2nd time i killed a cop, called by a witness
guess i was actin too Blacc, outside of that building
3rd time i sent the 1st crakkker momma
the back door out the front door
cross the frontyard into the street
we could do it right here better yet i got a better idea
i'm a get you up off your feet
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
and dividends
It's 'bout to be the brazy band with crazy fam
Watch ya'll gon do?
It's been long so I'm gon' come through
It's me, my squad and my partner too
They
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