Lyrics:
the world, blow it up
Somebody slow it up, roll it up, smoke it up
My own momma can't keep me from loc'n up
One ear, out the other, one man out to smother
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man
Brother to brother, ain't no other can smother
Or erase my case, we marry words with bass
Just another wicked rhyme that I'm rappin' on
S1's got my back
got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change
There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin' back was
Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers
Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, Daddy?
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, Oh baby!
Smother that
my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh! Uh! Uh! All over the track man
Uh! Pardon me, uh! As I come back
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
babysitters buyin boulders,
It's all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows
babysitters buyin boulders,
It's all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
Pillows
a cigarette that's nine miles long
I'm gonna kiss that pretty girl on the tilt-a-whirl
'Cause this old man is goin' to town
Then as God is my witness, I'm
The greatest lyricist known to man, or mankind
stage host or landmine, come and heal before this ?
drop a freestyle until I'm old and se-nile
killings
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
to some
Smooth music on the stereo, no thank you
Got any Stan Getz records
No I got Smothers Brothers
So I combed back my Detroit
Jack up my pegs,
begin
He was twelve when I graced this earth
A loose cannon
Scape the ground when I graze this dirt
Not like my brother
Old soul with a graceful walk
away like a house on fire
And we tried to smother it out
In the process I lost my brother
Brother
Brother
Brother
Memories of a time gone by
Burned away
step aside, ha!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin' dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer,
on the furniture
And I'll wet a nigga up like a water gun
So many Rollies, got my brother one
Bust at your boy, get another gun
I raised you lil' boys, you my
Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary representin', equal set trippin'
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son
and consideration
For my fellow man
But when lip service to some
Mysterious deity permit's bestiality on
Wednesday and absolution on Sunday
- cash me out
But aren't
and that's word to mother
Feeling like I'm nothing that feeling would always smother
Me, wish that I can do something
But my emotions just plummet
So my
only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
In other words don't judge a book by its cover
See we successful black
comes rushing in the door
He's an old man, he's out of breath and I'm thinking, oh my God, what's wrong, Grandpa, what's wrong
He holds his hand up
the peaks may reach us, weak
I am resistant to some heat
Ego retreat
I'm unvetted
Set up by my past to mask my headway, threaded
I am sewn with old
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