Lyrics:
the name
Coming through in different lane
Me and you ant the same
People change but we bring the flame
You change your ways I stay the same
Where moving up
swear
The Japs could kill you best
But late at night I could still hear the cries
Of three black guys I seen take it in the face
I think about them
Lots of people sleeping on me, blocking the road
Judging by your snore PP you look awfully broke
My boy would kick your ass but he's just gone for
Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk
Family Matters
Copyright by: MvzikByDMG
Performed by: Haylo Romes
Written by: Richard C Roman
Intro
Alright bout to smoke
Get high into da sky
Ooh
and you can bet this
rhyme is great so why are you sweatin this
micraphone, a kid and a whore as well
Tell you in your fuckin face to go
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days
they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm the type to walk up in your crib and act as if I live there
You won't see me in that bitch unless your
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
HATE IN AMERICA
MADE HERE IN AMERICA
CUSTOM MADE IN AMERICA
HATE IN AMERICA
WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BASKIN
©WARM SPRINGS MUSIC 2020
BLACK IS
reach,
Richard, in you glass case, stand to be judged.
Written there all over your face,
Ted, a twelve year old.
Your body should rot in public for all
it, it's hard to not get
Sucked in like seduction by a succubus
If it ain't your time, it will be next season
I know it's cliché but God's got a reason
Larry Bird
I'm flipping packs, Yea I'm flipping work
Aye, Better watch your back, Yea I lurk
Hit him in the head, Yea face him off a perc
Hey
I'ma walk
been fuckin up her noggin
"I sent that bitch a smiley face, bitches love smiley faces"
Masked up in the back of a black acura
Pull up to your palace.
it's your life I'm ending
Sock on my head while I'm raping a bitch
Like Michael Richards back in 2006
Throwing insults at you cause you fucking exist
"We have to stop thinking that we must have military solutions
To the problems we face in the world"
Yeah
"The solutions that we need are"
Hold on
I hit her once, and i won't ever pick up
Prior to niggas, I'm feelin' like Richard
Shot to his chest, I ain't talkin' no liquor
6-1-8 J, I'm
Talkin' that shit, you get put on a plate
We don't play, eat your face
Got a K, for every bitch that I hit in the A
I lost count, nigga (Uh)
I had to bring
I've got your back regardless
Never forget my law ever
Settle commands in yo' heart
Peace surpasses
Catch it
I pray life and longevi
Tea (ty) no need
My people!
Yeah!
My people!
Yeah!
The foundation of the United States
Rests on the sweat of my people
Every enemy of the USA
Has had to face
And a matching bucket hat
So I can where that with strap at all cost
Not in my blood to fuck with frauds
If I get crossed you get your Face crossed
Like Benoit
You see I'm on the rise so why would I stop
I can see in your eyes your scared to get poped
Theres fear in your lies so I gotta keep a Glock
17
getting on time to close"
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
That's just now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You've got
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