Lyrics:
A bus the yellow lighting of the gas station
Against the dark hours of
Midnight fast asleep
Silence my head slumped over
My mom's shoulder her
Voice
Oldfield
Sunlight falling bright over the village garden walls
Moonlight showers gold where living water falls
People walk in splendour under trees
the rough property lines
Or my brother barefoot
Peering at tadpoles
In a bucket beside the rainwater tank
By the outdoor laundry where the weeds grew high
If
overalls on a lumberjack
When I get my numbers back I'mma take the summer back
Jamaal gon ball off the wall like Mike Jack
When we get our numbers back we
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Sometimes I think I hear him calling out my name
Sometimes I wonder if maybe we're to blame
Or maybe I'm a slave to endorsements
Maybe I took this paper ting
Way out of proportion
Maybe it had me rapping for the
Plaques where my wall is
But now I'm
JACK
I wish my cow would
give us some milk.
CINDERELLA
And the Ball...
BAKER'S WIFE
More than anything...
JACK
Please, pal-
BAKER
I wish we
of the squad but they cannot coach
(At all) louis Vuitton holster
This for my niggas in the cell
And on they wall
They got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
(beans?) The special beans
I let him go, I didn't know he'd stolen my beans
I was watching him crawl back over the wall
And then bang, crash,
D.A made him ah witness
And Allah is my witness
So my story is written on the walls of hell
Welcome 2 Hell's Kitchen...
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen,
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
pay
Ayo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
like
The group H Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on
The New York street
as pepper spray, that strong
Pussy walls I interior decorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
Put in over time, that's why I get paid
growin' up I seen a lot of rappers ball
Bring the yellow tape, it's on, on sight
You wanna squash the funk? Shoot me a peace kite
Where the party at? Who
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But not you and I my nigga
We got to get
Come on, over over the water
Language arts, I sat and wrote darts
My mind ran wild and free like +Young Hearts+
Mathematics, where I based my foundation
Fall to the nation on wack
with it
Where if someone was saying peanut butter over and over
You'd be like, yeah, it's funny
Sure it's funny, but you knew they were just fucking
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA
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