Lyrics:
a curious child
I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
This shit'll make you rob somebody (what)
Grab somebody (what)
Stomp somebody (what)
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do
what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna
was, then in '65
Lou Reed and John Cale in
A Ludlow Street dive
Had a similar musical spin
Also on acoustic guitar and violin
With even more New York
Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke though?
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
the nth dimension, I intended for God's rapport
Mentored by the mist on that day, pensive with a mystical gaze
Flowing forms of paint told me it wasn't
Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke though?
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
lookin at you with your eyes closed
You can't see to know, my niggas get dough
Live fast, set you up and rob you slow
Can I, be forgave for cursin your
what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna
contain
All my niggas throwin' sets up
I ain't with the flex
All my niggas holdin' TECs up
No, we don't let up pussy gon' get wet up
Fuckin' on your momma
exclusive
Honorable mention fuck with Knitty, G O and Twin
Y'all some dead niggas
Hustle and rob
We Infamous mob nigga
That's my word to god
We
sucking mine
Love my team until I die
I like moving on my one's, others do it synchronized I guess that makes us opposite
I've always been an honest kid
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
Ain't no love in the city and I don't care who fuck with me
Out the mud this shit get wicked catch me riding with a semi
I was blinded by emotions
and you
The wind in our backs
We set out on a journey
Autumn wind is blowing
Closure, waves, darkness
Lemon sun sets
We're all in the same boat
got a chance to get out of here, we don't need you ridin'
He just need a sign
Nobody keep it real with him, he tired of people lyin'
He sick
his unwavering optimism, uncanny professionalism
And a touch of luck, he set out with his guitar for the big apple to reinvigorate
The band he knew was
gotta eat
Take a seat and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and watch my hustlin' niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints,
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
whom to love and
Care for and whom to fuck (RRRAH)
I need some booze to glug
After which i thunder-shower
You acoustic fucks, like I'm Zeus
I start
nah fi pree no crime
Barefoot me used to walk, now a the latest set a Nike (Max)
Yo, by tomorrow me haffi wake up fi a flight
Puff 'til me a cough,
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