Lyrics:
just another nigga in the morgue
My momma was pregnant with a son she should abort
'Cause she ain't knowin' what I'm fin' to be facin'
Is nothin' short
with me
I rebuke u in the name of Jesus
Yes I know you hear me
The oil is in my hand to anoint
And God is at my side to appoint
When I speak
I speak like
fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I
around with these plonkers and empty divas
My peoples educate me I educate them it's teamwork
Cheaper by the doezen we buy in bulk then we clean up
I could
as the earth spins around
[Anybody Killa:]
I got a handfull of dust
From the leaf of the Lotus
Hold it in the sky
Blow it in the air to get my focus
Cut off my
killing my ecosystem with fishing and oil spills (oh, no)
Thank you BP (thank you BP), thank you BP (thank you BP)
The British are killing, oil is
their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
plottin'
Against my people with chemicals
Rainin down from the atmosphere - death
Continual caught in this continuum
Survivin' off the bare minimum
Let
get a high feel when you in high heels
You can place them by my head
Oh girl you layer thick
Skin smooth like Nestlé quick
I got free time in
anything that peace could be
The only thing they wanna protect, you see
It’s the oil
And the property
... Hold my breath:
One by one across the land it
I leave a lamp on by the window
So you can see that I'm still home
Patiently knitting in my rocking chair
Waiting up for you to care
Did you ever
the greatest minds
We ever had in time were crazy too
I turn on my lamp
Enlighten you even if you're frightened to
I'll sensei that ass you can
Get to riping
You watched me fall
Stood over me as I hit the ground
Then he whispered his name in my ear
Such a dark familiar sound
Cupid's got a gun
(And
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind like Waka's man
Chopper's spraying, getting head in a car
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
My father's father's on the front porch rockin'
A friend drops by, two old men talkin'
Rememberin' so many other summer days
Grandma's in
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
appalled at the lies
the youth is being taught
Indocrinated by a broken nation
Government spit in the faces
Of my people
No wonder they so evil
N it’s lethal
at home, and daddy's still in jail
Tryna make a plate, anybody seen the scale?
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't
me, quick to bust off another
Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother
At least then you know that you up against G-O-D
So when we
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