Lyrics:
I see you checking me out
Fuck on that bitch then I'm out
I'm from the East, from the South
Like how you put it in mouth
I gotta make it a thou'
Know
now she ain't clappin' that shit
She on the block with us, actin' ratchet and shit
Okay, y'all must've forgot niggas got Alzheimer's
How you gon' knock
the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come
Stand tall, look far
Shades on my face visionary
Stand tall, look far
Look at the sunset I'm starin'
chead of the game when you visionary
The show I
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, naughty and ready
Come to claim the party
Kardinal and Red-1 are gon' spark the mic
We massive from the West to the East
not a human cause this feelings diabolical
Yeah
Your eyes just can't recognize mine
I'm way too far gone to see
Green lights while you see me fly by
Hi
Top of the morning yes yes
Uh-huh
Yes
This moment has been brought to you by Grace
Produced by Hands
Joy
And the man who parkoured Satan's trap
Middle East
My speciality, only rhymer enveloping my lyric sheets
Knock turbans off of Sheiks
Use a pipe bomb
Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead
the culture, bang the music
Get into it, start a movement, keep doing it
When you write your first rhyme don't expect to be
Considered the best emcee, develop
the culture, bang the music
Get into it, start a movement, keep doing it
When you write your first rhyme don't expect to be
Considered the best emcee, develop
can hear the ground when it knocks
Right by your feet
As I wave and I walk
Far away from you while we chasing the clock
Hurts like a fee you gotta pay
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
and knock 'em down it's like tic tac toe
We on a roll spittin' flows every day of the week
We might not got alotta dough but we get paid by the freak
We
the elements
There's gonna be war
And I'll be ready
I'll be ready, I'll be
Standing up
The wall that they build now
Knock you down
Divide the whole
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue
When the sun sets on the far horizon
o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue
When the sun sets on the far horizon
to boost half humans, too good truth rebuke the groups and
Almost done so cue the music, cock the guns and boost the movements
Yuh I’m far from few who do
looking for
In this chase not a knock not even a warning call
Safe to say I better run, just run far away
Cause there's no way in hell shadows follow you
tongue
But never the cat got my tongue my nigga (Say dat then)
So I could knock your dome off your neck
Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left
population
Young, handsome, and wealthy, don't owe you or you an explanation
Now they don't like me but I know I'm not the problem
Far from problematic Im
It's ur boy bellllz
U know how it is
(Everyday, lowuro tinba ji
Moma koko praise da lord)
Issa new day to make hit, oya
Melokeys how far,
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