Lyrics:
think that I'm a lefty
Your shits not right it's going to get messy
I'm doing all this like don't even test me
I bust it on the mic and I know you can't
the wall
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Lord
(Ooh Lord)
Hoe, shake it like the renters do
(What?)
Naked while you talkin' hoe, I ain't
'll rock-it
Like chocolate, even vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric, try me, get a shock-a
Didn't I tell you to leave flavor flav
a-okay
Even quarters has some ozs niggas
Know we got that way but ay ay ay
I remember dog we used to be slaves
Now we whip that white like it's Kuntakente
this
It's crazy I just found out that we lost Barbara Walters (a legend)
You know they can't fuck with me when it come to this shit
I ain't gon lie no
a lot of people changing right before my eyes
Tell me that you got me, but I know it's all lies
So, when it goes down there ain't not tears in my eyes
I
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
that shit
I was just chilling, man, I seen homeboy rolled
Matter of fact, hold on, hold on
But you know what? I ain't even tryna hear all that shit
get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
You ain't missin' nothin' homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
Frontliner like a barber, I'm ready for fades
The only power that I call on, don't wear out his name
Or use it in vain, be like Judas or cain
Want your rights
don't feel right out here, know I'm sayin'? Check it out
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
It
the lord
Even if it's right or wrong know I'm ready for war
This war got me thinking bout' my life and my mind state
Thinking bout' the times I was broke
of hearing it ain't that deep from niggas standing in the shallow end
I hate a false ass narrative run by an odd ass character
Knowing the energy ain't
take it to the mighty Lord
Now this song ain't to dis your name
And it sure ain't to get me fame
I just gotta explain that it ain't no game
Call Him
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
I am just so charismatic, yeah
She walk in and it's electric no static, yeah
So Channing Tatum on the mic I am magic, yeah
Banned in the states I
that will never make me amused
Especially 'cuz we killing ourselves and don't know how to deal with (Drug Abuse)
Yea, I ain't a hate addict but i
world is not my home
Lord save us bring us all home to your throne
And for the umm uhh people that don't know what's going on
I ain't talking bout sean
(It's electric), fighting to protect the Alamo
Electric Cowboy (A battle like you would never know)
Party, Party don't wanna be sober (I don't wanna be
Many people know we know about this pimp game
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game
And to me it ain't no motherfucking thing
To give it
to see before that dark day
75 years of ethnic cleansing washed away
By the corporate media and the imperialist state
Israel was created on a racist
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
Alright, alright alright... Let's get a few things straight here
I, myself, Roj Mahal Trash Mahal, am the land lord by blood right inheritance
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