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and their plus-ones
All members of the Butter Nation crew
And the platinum players with a proclivity
For fine dining and fancy festivities
Cabin crew, load
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
On our way, to where, to who
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
A wonderful world by every view
Mother Goose knows the score
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
generations to come. The Prime Minister is shortly due to make a statement to the nation, which we will be bringing to you live as soon as that happens.
Its
We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
In the state of illusion
In the nation of chance
And the repo was hauling the wreck we´d been
do
Talk about an opp yea
Talk about new
Talk about a possi
Rollin with the crew
Take no blood here efficient with the coup
Hundred knives sharpen me,
to 2013
Believing he was a hero as a puppet in their world war two script
See, it's a century of wars built on lies
Orchestrated by bankers in a saviors
on my mind
I just need you here
Is that such a crime
Imma go and live life
Imma keep you close
Right by my side
When it come to you
I don't check
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
anesthesia
But ain't no reason to stop, we making fresh new hip-hop
We got the groove to make the party rock, like it or not
With the crew backed by Stew,
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
To me a new roof to punch through
If it’s war, then you use sun tzu
Oh a mic? yea I use one too
It’s all
it felt fabricated
It had to be real
Cause I felt intimidated by cops
The city's crowded
With projects and row houses
Everybody's acting bout it
I
Chorus:
I was a youngin fascinated by saving lives;
A hospital case to ignorance when serving rhymes;
I couldn't live a lie of being a prisoner
rite here with the nation
We live in a place where babies are born addicted to base
If you get arrested you likely to get kicked in your face
A lot
two
Without you
Without you
Without you I’m split in two
Privacy, no camera crew
Something new, ain’t nothing new
Stayed the same, ain’t switch on you
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submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
control
Tropical minds, tropical lives
Midsummer giving these tropical vibes
Tropical minds, tropical lives
Midsummer giving these tropical vibes
Midsummer
Outside with the goons
Outside by the two's
Outside with the loot (yuh)
Outside off the boot
Outside with coupe (yuh, yuh)
Outside off the loot
fate imposed
And you a poser a fraud and as fake as those
Hoes that do anything for a blue check
Or the ones who pay two hundred for a fucking crew
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