Lyrics:
that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
the motherfuckin' bad getters
The by any means necessary ass niggas
You might see me in a shootout with the Jakes
Skirt off and get away and twist the motherfuckin'
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
the driveway
It's my way or the highway, love it or leave it
And if there's smoke up in the bong
You know that I need it
I march to the beat of my own drum
How
consumer makes
Or, is this your hiding place?
Is this your little safest space?
By ones and zeros you have been erased
(Woah woah woah, who's been erased?)
long are we supposed to wait
Do we just protest without the expectation of change Freedom
Your right, my privilege
Bestowed on me by you
Freedom is
And I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after you're dead
Well, I thought about
And I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after you're dead
Well, I thought about
ride, catchin' the bus to be on time
No time for excuses, it's your life
You can't be stuck on stupid
I give 'em the awkward nod like
I can't be without
you
How could I go in without you
How girl
I want you by my side girl
My side for life
I want you by my side for life
I want you by my side girl
My side
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
ya
Know that, that boy never kilt shit we know he pussy by the way that he hold it ya
You'd think I worked at a Claire's by the way that I pierce shit
heart
I'm just a vessel
Til my life was screaming Jesus
Pleadin' for releases from Satan's demons
Feelin' life was likely without meaning
Needin' healin'
playin backyard
So its a shame you chopped her up Lynch
But life is hard
And Im not her bodyguard
Goddamn this steak is charred
Pass me the whisky
walk off the dock hey one way
Go in never leave and they keep you none paid
Possessions possessed by the people
You detest
Full of felony and the jay
walk off the dock hey one way
Go in never leave and they keep you none paid
Possessions possessed by the people
You detest
Full of felony and the jay
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
beside my son
If I go, it's understood that I stood for something
When my whole life, they told me, I was good for nothing
I was raised by the stray
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
la jet set, loin du regard de vos esthètes
J'ai disséqué bien des caisses claires, pratiquant le rap en mode expert, expert
Un bipolaire à la Dexter,
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you
leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my
my mind fluent
Claire of the lune, spark my spliff, moonlit
How I vibe when you show up late at night
Puffing my cigar, and my souls up to par with
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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