Lyrics:
can't sit still
Bottles on my windowsill
Do new shit invent the wheel
Wont get caught I always steal
Mixing powder heaven feel
Mix my drink with every
even Kno me,
you act like I owe you
Had to stay down by myself
Had to find peace in myself
With every step I just got better
I'm on the gas you know I
the plan (a-ight)
Your man gettin off around six (uh-huh)
I'll be in the van at the five o'clock mix (right)
Ski mask and black gloves, ready to attack
to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I found a Message in a Bottle so I called
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on!
Talib Kweli-Verse 2:
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame
I got a glock in my brain
that
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
rock with a wraith
Rock that be lone since I was late
Got plenty be lone inna safe
Me and bro poppin' bottles in the wraith
We don't give a fuck what
like a rock star in a cop car all bad
A buzz cutt with his new friends got him feeling like a thug what so what he bad
Not a blood not a crip but he got
me up and down with a frown
smellin like a bottle of Crown
but I don't give a fuck
'cause this hoe gone make me make the news
for shankin niggaz in
Room service deliver
What I sent for
Lost in the cell
With my ship going down
Put that message in a bottle
Hope it reach you
Long days
Hard times they
be the biggest
Leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and
The junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
But when
a lone star in
The sky that's all black
(Been Trill, motherfucker)
A 'ménage à trois' with black dykes, damn
That's the new civil rights (straight up)
Impala parked
In front of Mr chow's
That's gangsta, yeah, that's the way I do
Crossover and hog the rock like AI do
Ever since age five
New niggas that
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh
Ye-eeah that's
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
a bottle and a rock and a flame
Nothing soft about rock-bottom living locked in a cage
Restless mind at the best of times
Easy to forget what I left behind
loyal nigga fronted one kept owing
For every bitch I showed the way it's one that kept hoe'in
So let's blow through this money as we pour bottles
Let
on the V
Wallin' in the whip, let's talk politics
They say niggas from New York is saw by the flip
I got gas in the range, cash on the chain
And I'm flying
to see
Open up your eyes to the fantasy
Made real by a man who plans to see
His level rise, like the planet's seas
On the way to classic, you just
the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock, bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can
the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock, bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can
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