Lyrics:
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
he up there he just sit and he wait
I'll be racing up the stairs I'ma get to the gate singing
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do
gonna make it.. I would made it by now..
Fuck what you thought..
What have you went for ..
Look what you got ..
You can wish all you want..
This
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
need to buy a gun
Count your blessings
Name them one by one
Pneuma
So many blessings on blessings
Cursed man start to look at you
Got the power in your
can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
see my life no more lacking
So I count my blessings one by one
Then I realized what my mighty God has done
I put up thanksgiving to get ready for more
bring you sensation
You won’t need concentration
They’re will be no dictation
So end your temptation
There will be population
Look at the decoration
Don’t
up plays
Man makes plans, God laughs
He got good ass sense of humor
Know what I'm sayin'?
I was just livin' my life
Spent all of my tour money on this
think I did it when I look at where I’m at
If you ain’t first then you last
So I’m pushing up on the gas
Summertime in mass Let the good times last
Cuz
was as if your words were her words and her words were your words
And then all of a sudden it was over
It was like she just up and disappeared
Well I'm
was as if your words were her words and her words were your words
And then all of a sudden it was over
It was like she just up and disappeared
Well I'm
locked up or even dying
I can dig the problem
I can see what's going on, its a fucking warzone
With the thieves in the hood don't look good
Never ever
wonder
You are so loved, you are so precious
You are a gift, you are a blessing
This is the truth, listen to me
Open your eyes and maybe you'll see
What
Yeah
We the motherfucking north
Nothing to something
Real Rap
Shout out the 2011 Chicago Bulls
Let's get it
Fuck these hoes
Didn't understand back in
to the choir
Send them bands up
And reserve all praise for the most high
He the only one can save you when I roll by
Cause I don't take prisoners
I just make
(Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant women listen and they
Give birth to a fiend
I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
In
New York
Saved by the Son, Covered in the blood
Run to the Lord, Treat this like a sport
Picked up the blessing, He said He got more
Failing it hurts, I
to church, I don't shave that often, and we walk in and there's a statue of Jesus with the beard and she looks up at the statue and she yells out, ""Daddy."" I
light on who deceive and mislead
In your face filled up with greed, don't wanna see you succeed
It's the devil who feeds off the minds of those who need
the time but we still make it work
Send the beat get a verse
Choir boy in the church
Put your problems second
And your family matters first
We fuss
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?
"The world don't care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your instruments ...and
From the city where they up guns
Dont duck betta run hot slug for your mug if you want some
No love in the slums where I come from
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