Lyrics:
Of Hyphie Man Is Thizzin, Sniffin Lines
Im In Da Buildin And Im Feelin Like Yeeeeeeee!!!
R.I.P. To Da Mac D-R-E
So Don't, Dont Stop, Keep It Goin (Keep It
mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real
I'm the man you can call me Mr. Beenie
Keep 'em wishin' and I take em back Mr. Genie
Caught the fake, askin' for a feature yea you're feenin'
This year
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
Strung up by the elites, kicked under the door mat
Life of a poor man, living accordingly to your poor plan
A war stamp, we're tired and we see right
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
In my heart it is everything
In my head it is nothing
In reality, I'm not
In reality, I'm not
In my heart it is everything
In my head it is nothing
I'm in a fantasy
Right now
It's like paradise uh
Was in a fantasy
Back then
Man I'm never go back
I'm coolin down
Adorna coolin down
Out
Sleepwalking and we're almost at the cliff
We steady losing ground
Since we barely have a grip
This reality we've made
Just a maze to keep us caged
to be my man
What you think about us being friends, making plans (oh)
To be everything we want to be, making our dreams turn reality
I'm digging
Ah shit. Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again
I wonder who they fucked up today?
You motherfucker!
(Got him)
Pull over to the side
lunch, man
Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Fried Ice Cream is a reality
to the exosphere
Eyeball man lifted the horrible curse
But now reality has been reversed
A white light ejects me from the bottom of the hole
The air burns like
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
wax
Ah one new dance weh Chi Ching find again
Ah run the street and the lane and 'round di the bend
Way Up! Ah di name and di title
Done by
(It was just, that he was all alone
Always by himself, never anyone to share the game
A man who lived in dreams, that's who he was)
Fuck reality
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
here to celebrate the reality that, man, God's people were set free
They were set free
Goodness and mercy pursued them and they were set free
They
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
bands (Bands)
You throwing all the hate but i know u is a fan (You is a fan)
My dream into reality no limits like the man (Huuuuuuhh)
I'm feeling like
I was barely sober
This is my reality
I was barely sober, took a life that could be over
Push pain to the side and made it something to be sure
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
the other by the neck
Demanded an apology and also respect (uh-huh uh-huh)
The young man, aggravated, grabbed him back and smacked him
The girl just
Let me put the eight on
Yaadman Kobe yall can never hold me
Just with my mentality stay winning in reality
Woke up feeling chosen always chasing my
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