Lyrics:
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Caught up in the same matrix. Being foul they all flagrant.
Let them boots hit the ground baby gotta hit the pavement.
Like look at how they did
be talkin' to bitches or beats
I gotta eat
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up - kurunga, kurunga ngoma
I'm feedin' the streets
Musandidherere, aheh
soul[00:41.24]Listen to me[00:43.71]While I listen to you[00:46.27]Listen to this beat[00:47.96]Marigold Summer let me roll in[00:50.07]Each day, low pay[00:52.57]I'm
Ooouuu daddy I like it
Black child black child
Won't you rise above the hate?
Let your dreams elevate
Come tomorrow we gone celebrate
Black child
crying within
There's a war in the streets
And we been dying to win
Til' Valhalla my brother
Til' I see you again
We were just smoking & joking
Now you
Stop and ask, am I not your fellow man?
Born and raised on the streets where America's first motors ran
Same streets where race riots and innocent
And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
If I live long enough to be 88
I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age
Yeah, I'm 2-45 right down the middle
it feels just right!
Through the city streets, we'll navigate,
Searching for a place where we can celebrate.
The DJ's spinning tunes, and the beat is
cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
VERSE
Let me tell u
with Winski
In less than 4 days
That double A had me charged up
My first play
Lets split a 8 at the center and walk with 4K
We'll celebrate when Lil
[1]
He died by the gun, but they blamed the music.
They said what he said was evidence & used it.
His world was the size of the block
That he
their muller
Bridge
Though we never thought to make it to the top
Look we’re here now we never gon stop X4
Let celebrate all the kings and queens
TMZ, or caught slip'n by my niggaz rolling hella deep off in these streets
Theres rules to this and I ain't new to this, I'm born and bread
So go ahead
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
summers and we still ain't seen a drought
So let's celebrate
Here's to December the 8th
Here's to you making a way
I was good with the rock
I guess that
they stranded in de Sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
I remember when we were just kids
Sleeping by the fireplace making our wish
To see santa clause slide down the chimney
To bring us our gifts
ago[00:47.70]I'm working part-time jobs all in a row[00:49.58]We're seeking thrillers up through the sky[00:51.63]Cutting lines as they let us by
care fuck it let em' stare
Make a week what they make only in year (uh)
(Look) that's my only motivation
Flex on em' for they time that they ain't say
never let me shot harm me
I'm a force in the field, I never take damage
I create panic 'cause niggas wanna act fake satanic
And the labels get straight
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corn, I celebrate humanity and scream back at me in the morning
Every field in
delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let
So wassup? You know we can't be havin that
Son there's rules you're supposed to go by, and this is my habitat
You say you're R-E-P-R-E,
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