Lyrics:
(Bentley lights the rockets on the pinwheels.)
Bentley: Those pinwheels are about to go. Guru, feel up for a challenge?
The Guru: (speaks Aboriginal)
that works with me he's so damn lazy
Sit's around all day drinks coffee and tea
He expects all the work to be done by me
And sometimes I wonder what they
escape jury duty,
four seven five one six,
I've done tricks that nobody noticed,
no one knew it was me doing it,
and since no one noticed the mission
mode
Straight London, buy a couple flats mode
Late nights, might work on my rap flow
You're plain and I'm the loaded nachos
I played the game for
convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from the other side
Time for her
the thing
Assata had been convicted of a murder she couldna done
Medical evidence shown she couldna shot the gun
It's time for her to see the sun from
forgiveness
I've turned myself into who I should've been for you to begin with
But I don't wanna speak, let me feel weak right now
No one understands why I've
it for the people that can feel me
And if you wanna hate
Then go ahead and feel free
But I'ma continue to do this
Shit until it kills me
I've been
check off
Work pay off
Thirst stay on ok
My shirt crayon'd
Verse ain't wrong ok yuh
Much to come
I've done none
Just begun the run
Up from crumbs
1 of 1
I'm just out to be what is destined
A master of myself, just watching what I may step in
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, I got protection
up some weight
I've been stacking up these chips like I probably work at Lay's
I've been grinding for some days
This is nonstop motion
I'm on yachts in
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May
I've got a fever
I've got fever
I've got mood poisoning
I'm not coming into work
I've got to run
I've got a fever of 100 and done
You ask me where I'm
trying to eat me alive so
Lately i'm stuck and been blinded by the madness and the overwhelming bad thoughts combined i'm getting
Lazy to stand up
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
go down, down, down
You're gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
You can't believe all the things I've done wrong in my life
Without even trying I've
on the payroll
By selling your soul
I know this for a fact
So I think about my dreams
And how they make me feel
Got thoughts in my head
Like pennies I collect
I'm
and move to LA
By this time next year I may be speaking to you from a beach
And I'm so grateful for this Georgia peach
You gave a thriving environment
to really fill in the gaps
Try to add this to my life
To make it better and it works for me
Wish that I could think of useful words
Vocabulary
Needs to be
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
magic ta-da
Address me as your highness, high as United
Thirty thousand feet up and you are not invited
Niggas be writin' bullshit like they gotta work
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
out done?
Luckily
This is for all my people who are hungry
This is for all those bitches that loved me, and I never gave any love back
I really think
a crook
You're a chief and a theme and a mook
Don't speak to me puff
I'm a fiend for the mic and
You're the reason I'm hooked
'cos ain't nothing like
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