Lyrics:
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
Welcome to the land of independent rulers
Triumphed by themselves and managed to improve the
Masses with a shooter, not bullets or nukes but
One word
impressed by the stuff that y'all did
Stuff that y'all did, I'm way beyond it
I'm in the Phantom, hop out handsome
Can't nobody do it like my grand mama,
wanna be the center piece of my entire culture
And I've been thinking bout you
Cause you've done such
By doing such
I get a pen and paper
Write you
up and it transmits
Art created and good ones feel like a Chef's kiss
User generated culture brought catharsis
Forgot to consider the eventual carcass
ayy (woo)
I sent the flowers to her spot by the bouquet (ayy)
Bitch, you gon' pick out your grandson grave (grrah, yeah)
911, emergency, I think
Dr. Lipshitz
Misfit hit or miss fix for the switch hit
Or a pitch bitch is a female dog
Details are God with a DL card XXL like men at large
I know
on the road to Damascus
We are all vessels that could be used by the master
The Culture of Honor no full stops or commas
No specific genre Horror Action Drama
Heal Them
Heal Them
Got me healing culture
AI
Who love
You're not a waste
I remember
I found light
Got me healing culture
I'm out the maze
Got Me
You know I gotta keep one rolled tight
I'm just trying to keep my head right
All up in my way like
Feeling lit, culture we gon take flight
If
song, I won't complain
But I won't watch niggas cash in on my pain
Not Jessie grandson, every gram slung
A testament to my momma's tears
Losing her first
to California
The year her mama got sick
So she hung around to do what she could
Had the first one and that was it
Then her mom passed on
But she still goes
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by
where I don't think about you (yeah)
This for my mother, Rest In Peace (uh)
To you and yours
a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
throat like the American Bullfrog
Lil Culture doesn't say, oh my gosh, he says, oh my American Bullfrog
Lil Culture just made a grave mistake by making
related
To the cultural history of early India
Before we have agrarian communities
We have a hunting culture
Which is on the move in a hunting culture
and che Federation
Strictly roots and culture play pon I station
(Yow you a hear me let in all the yute dem
Weh nuh have no money promoter weh you a deal
and we don't do no drive by's
Walk him down Omega Psi Phi
Could've bought a Samsung bought a handgun
Young fly and handsome one of Earlene grandsons
Too
we won
Til I get wealth for my grandson
We did that never had a hand up
cnd no other option but to man up
Take it by force reprimand it
Take ownership
would cry
Without her grandson's laughter
Time flew by and a month before we left
She was diagnosed with cancer
The sunsets so quickly here or does it
He pulled that straight-back wicker chair
Up next to grandpa's bed
And with a voice left weak by pain
His grandpa softly said
“Could you get my
You only know what you've been taught
You think your culture's thoughts
Even you ambitions
What you want from life
Can be enabled or destroyed
By your
pray it's just a phase they're goin' through
Yeah but what are we gonna do with them boys
I heard ol' Franks grandson got caught
With a case full
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