Lyrics:
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Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I
here with me
And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
[Tech - Verse 1]
Hey
Y'all know my mothers sickness
Y'all know I'm breakin down
Y'all know
demo out, tell that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before
Whatever, just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
Uptight,
let's make it work
And I want you back, and I want you back
Out my heart woah
I swear I never said this before
Baby baby baby I'll do right by you
Baby
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
you thank you
And all of that, yo
Before I get this wreck I want to give a strong shout
To all the positive brothers and sisters that's out there
a decorated Vet, how the fuck you gonna phase me? (Nah)
I aint really here i'm just glitching out and phasing
Got Obama on the line and he says i'm fuckin
have behind the table here
Said I'll show ya what its like when I bash you in the ear so
Get up and get before you get up and go
And then I show you
acid why trip if you Gone bash dish don't need to panic won't leave you stranded we here to gather WHY? To do some damage whatever language whatever
the noise you talk are lies
Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here)
They listen to me and i give'em the real
And every night caps get peeled
ain't art and the other half is retarded
I'm getting dumber by the day I keep on hearing this garbage
It's kind'a hard to look out and see all these
ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where
survive by relying on others a fact
Is you building legacy or wasting the gift that was wrapped
Yea
This here's Gods will
This that God feel
This moving
these places far behind
This time, I'm taking it away
I've got a problem
With me getting in the way
Not by design
So I take my face
And bash it
out here gettin' cuter (woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers (losers)
I told you
bash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't let the world gas me (woo)
It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay
And these girls know that I'm nasty
you're here again
Walking serenely through that heavy haze
I wonder what it'd feel like
To saw through that body of yours
Your lovely eyes being gouged out
to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
Up out the kitchen, nigga, don't violate
Don't 'cha get shot, you fuckin' bloodclot
No you're not, up in granddaddy pot
Shit is hot, baby, if your
dissin' it's a, Rainbow Coalition
I'm kissin' ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
Like Georgie Puddin' Pie but baby baby don't, cry
Feed 'em I
We come to make it hot for you
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here, go crazy
The way you're bouncin'
Here we come here we come
Here we come here we come baby
Here we come here we come
Here we come here we come
Here comes the sisters with
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