Lyrics:
and the raps, and the lives that we lead
But in between we live out our dream until the third scene
When they steal our hope, our record deal, and our self esteem
Mr. Criminal
Stay on the Streets
Verse 1
Its kinda of funny how the world turns
I write a rap and let the blunt burn
Think to myself who i was just
The conqueror bent on conquest
The red horse is given a sword
Taking peace from the world, slayer of men
The black horse is given a scale
The deliverer bringing
And that poem ranks first, second to yours of course
(which lives hidden in my third drawer.)
Partly because, your words of choice.
And partly because, I
a song about the world, to tell of all that she sees
She opens her eyes up to spin on the wheel
But we could change it
Baby, let's change it
Let's
Earthquakes and tsunamis cause catastrophic destruction
The people inna crisis
Blaming it on ISIS
Terrorist dem funded by the same ones weh a fight it
in the wash
All those nights when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third
Open up this lyrical automatic and put holes in your rhetoric
It's archaic, kind of chaotic, almost barbaric
But yet you stand and you swear by it
Verse Five: Jayo Felony
Still drinkin Krypton
brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
Time brings wisdom, time wrecks and destroys
Shadows come above the sky and takes one by one
Why did you forgot the things of it's bringer
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
to do with his Pee-Wee Herman
How to survive this World of mackin' by stackin' what he be earnin'
How burnin' bridges ain't smart
No matter how far you go
When I sit back
Thank to myself
How mothafuckin fucked up
The World has become
It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
of the Crystal City made a brother flip
[ VERSE 2 ]
I was smack dab in the middle of a wonderful dream
When I was suddenly awokened by a freightening scream
My
place with the third cup
Don't act like you deaf nigga
I know you heard us
Thats why you shaking in your pants bitch
You nervous
I rhymes 'til I
everything that I see
I hate this world in front of me
Hate this town hate this place hate these
People hate your face
I love hate
I hate everyone that
World is where he takes 'em
And in the name of God, rapes 'em
And lies to 'em sayin' that if they tell somebody God'll hate 'em
Take 'em to the basement
the whole world follow so being so surprise
You find yourself on your knees one Sunday morning worshipping the
sunrise
John Doe:
Lets get
on the cross now my sins have been deleted
Now I'm bound to take on a different form than the norm
No rehearsin' His third person does work in the storm
Back
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
a Third World fascist state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
going third, second or first
I'm not gonna stop till I take over the earth
So that's why I rock and make places my own
I've traveled the planet just
Day by day seasons change in the story of us
Sad lonely broken people together
Well I'll speak for myself
I've been trying to get to a place
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