Lyrics:
the ninth inning
With two outs I hit a home run to left field like Carter did to Philly
Do you understand me? Ha, really?
No MacGyver tactics can stop my
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel
New York,
I bring that boogie man
That boogieman is waiting
Only the boogie can
Make the dead wake up and get it
Boogieman, boogie, boogie
Make the people
of DEATHCAMP at
Camp Flog Gnaw
BUFFALO
There's obviously an incredible
Intelligence and shit
That I have no opinion on
But he's the dude to make that statement
run up on me askin' me for nothin'
'Cause I'm takin' my people across the country
I ain't gotta ask no nigga for a whip
I ain't gotta ask no nigga
of
People from other countries with
Similar hopes were placed
In rooms with tiny beds in them
A hotel full of these rooms it was me
And my mom and two other
a message to me...
Steve: No?
Bruce:
Nicko: Bruce, it's different...
Steve: It's a different situation.
Nicko: ...it's different for you. You're not
Imma massacre the people imma reprobate
In sixth form, the lines started to connect
Got handed the Mathers LP by an old friend
Shit was a casette,
Two porches, orchids by your front doorstep
And you're with a woman
You've adored for years
And more than anything
You want to seem satisfied with
summer I looked at society
Everyone’s separated by degree
I’m sorry mom and dad I gotta preach
That girl I saw that day broke me
We’re separated from two
summer I looked at society
Everyone’s separated by degree
I’m sorry mom and dad I gotta preach
That girl I saw that day broke me
We’re separated from two
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this in my life before
People are still
Until justice is served
Fuck 10+2, this shit is real
My people dying in the streets, shit is real
My people dying by police, really dying by the heat
"See, I think there are two ways in which people are controlled
First of all, frighten people, and secondly, demoralize them
An educated, healthy
in no work
These niggas be sleep they lazy yeah
She say a young nigga 2 Wavy
WY$E be going crazy
Never fucking with the ops
These people tryna slave
And now people in the house, this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group you hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell you
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
here
I can build a house for you
And I always hope to help the people acting
Time has gone by, time has gone by
I will go on and on, I will take two
hurting inside that i never gave up/
I see them taking they shots but my niggas solid no you will not phase us/
I remember how they played us
Some people
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta
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