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mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
show
But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
Whit just a hand full of men
We'll start - we'll start all over again
Theresa May
Recently, I've been forcing rhymes
Eminem does it all the time
Now Shady's forty-five
Anyone still check Shade 45?
By the way, Oliver Age 24
Growing up I knew this Little brown girl
Stare into her eyes you could see the whole world
She use to throw paint splatters all over her homework
smoke white, ringing down the phone for brown
He just done all his credit
Now he's running round the whole of town
Slow it down, got shows all over
uncle Sam supply my cash
Now I'm back in the road
Headed to town
Got me a new hoe
She asain and brown
Massuze All up in theseats
Cleanest whip in
favorite song turned up all the way
Let’s burn this town of apathy
With just our voice and energy
Brought by boredom and misery
You’ll have to bury me
Let’s
Cartier
Dom Perignon, I get down from the brown
I get chauffeured around
I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town
I'm corrupting your town with
the covers (Uh-uh)
Mothers, over them sides they're runners (Dash)
On the fields, tryna do it like gunners (Uh-uh)
c-Town where it all goes off (Uh)
Still
Yeah they know the takeover is my sole purpose
Yeah treat me like the man when I hit the town
Gettin' love, hella fans all up in the crowd
Yeah they
cubes in the cup drinking all brown
while we bump in James Brown
and we keep it ill sounds
on the back of astroids
I fuck with Dan Aykroyd
funny
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
The motherfucking crib is renovated, man
All types of fly shit
I got the new fucking marble floor, man
That shit is imported
We just flew that shit in from
Paulaner, Bass, and Harp/
Honey Brown was in town Kirin Ichiban, Sapporo
Polar buckler from holland/
Every commission was in mafioso my friend/
All around
a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man
But you can do the job when you're in town"
Later
a tattoo, to add up all The racially
Evaded truths, activated colors, Raided homes
Tainted like the ocean, just to Break it down
Got the oil burning brown
How
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
on (I am the prince)
This is my town, my home (the prince)
This is my crown, my throne (Weezy)
This is me on my own (by myself so niggas, guess what?)
Yeah
We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus
Hate is a sin dog, be real
(I got my hand on the pump)
You on Twitter in your feels
the job
When you're in town
Later on, we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we've made
Walking in a winter wonderland
In
this is all street news
You choose, don't lose a views
Prices move in like cruise a bruise
Stacked on a four pack stack of freaks
I guess I'll play
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there?s a new funky drummer in town
You?re trying to be like james brown
If I couldn?t be me, who would I
Coolin' wit Stiles, hot engineer
Im havin' visions of a better day
Im havin' visions of a great ocean (New memories)
Im havin' visions of a better
Tommy Brown - bass guitar
Jonathan DuBose - guitars
Stefon Dubose - drums
Charles Ware Jr. - keyboards & organ
Phil Lassiter - horns and horns arrangement
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