Lyrics:
the meanest man in this whole town
If I hadn't seen the light in that old lady's eyes
I'd try to be a man you would hate and despise
I'd rave and I'd
the girls to come and lick up
I want you all to be my lovers
But if you don't like me
I didn't mean to smother
Just treat me like your little baby brother
Ya ya
Real raps
Real raps
Human music
shout out 90z , shout out Flip
We got one , Late Nights early mornings ,Ya
I'm tryna' heal my brothers
You
you are not my brother
Third grade feelin like old man cruthers
Not a hand to hold
Shits creek no rudder
Son of a motherfucker
Who knows no mutter
Other
after alice in her wonderland
Wondered in the room and she was with another man shortly
After she said eat this and drink that
Next thing I knew my head
with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother
Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
(Compton Compton Compton)
Damn,
by the gate the porter rang the bell
And all the monks who dwelled therein returned
And Benedict's heart yearned
He said my sister it is well that I
nuttin man!
That's the grits that needs cash man!
I like my grits with sugar man
I like them with butter
Sweet and smooth man
Who
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
as I dey talk I say make you dey hear
Me am out here making new story
Brother man forget the old story
Na man wey dey reason dey scratch bear bear
You still make beauty from ashes
You still make peace out of tragedy
You make my heart come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Flashback to the old man's
know how I'm feeling through the night
Cause I know my feeling hurt everybody
Glory to God man
I knew you as a little brother man
Back then we use
different people
We have a young man who's been followed by a secret admirer
She too once fronted on the rap
Let's look in on his story and see what
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
to leave behind my brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I
To the first time I got beat
Let it be told
Crying by my crib
Cause I was probably too cold
My dad would smother my face
Tryin' to be bold
Comin' home late
just a taste from the Funky Human Being
Ain't no misbehavin', ain't no use for ravin'
Surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back
My skin
This is an autobibliography of the E
And if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid
Dope brother who will smother
Word to the motherfucker
pieces of me
Hangin' up all the old pictures of me
Reflectin' my only opponent
The one who gon hold all this shit over me
Flew back from Austin
Plan's
to lose?
I know I feel, feel, feel
Inside the walls
Inside the walls
The iron walls protect the soles
Of my old boots
Yes, I am the American man
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
by train nigga
Caravan then by plane nigga
So Icey print on my last brick
But these bricks plain jane, nigga
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix
Petty gyal burn them like phones
Most men not like my brothers
Not same blood got different mothers
Broski need me I got him covered
Gyal feel we they
screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over
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