Lyrics:
South Bronx punt, stab him like, oh no
That machine gun funk, big popper
Malcolm X by the window of the chopper
You niggas lost prophets
Been
Girl
No time frame
You down for me
I been the same
Big kisses for you
In the rain
Our hearts attached
I feel your pain
Good days only
Got no complaints
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
of the sights that leave you breathless
My life reflects this
Every day I wake up for breakfast
The feelin I'm feelin is the nexus
Blue skies and big shit
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
offline)
Unless we on the coast, ain't worried bout a post i'm posted w you (Hell nah)
It's a big mood (Yeah yeah)
Girl you been a dime, whole time
You
Thought contagion
Strung out falling from the big time
Welcome to the infinite black skies
It's too late for a revolution
Brace for the final solution
bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme
I go by the name DJ TTB (Yeba)
Hit maker
No stress
Big up my chest (Uhun)
Hit maker
No stress
Big up my chest (Uhun)
If you wanna be my lover
You
Look outside, another shiny day
Don't let it rush, you can't replace
Time, space, life spent by feeling safe
Take a drive, I'll take you somewhere
suited up I'm talking big business
2 time zones and I'm still late
I just hooked a bih she can smell the bait
On to next getting money by the minutes
It
really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange
really a spaceman from those UFOs
You've got to move in a straight line
You've got to walk and talk in four four time
You can't be weird in a strange
Rush powered by beat Street
Butchers of Greenleaf ooh
Holding hammers ratchets and bears
If manners maketh the man
Pour the standard and keep it there
the devil's illusion
This time, they can't pacify the revolution
Even if they plan to pay us back, retrobution
I revoke to be part of their couch, 'cause we
bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme
knew it was time
If I dont get it then I know I'ma frie
You say you love me but you never come by
I know the truth and what you told me is a lie
Ive
knew it was time
If I dont get it then I know I'ma frie
You say you love me but you never come by
I know the truth and what you told me is a lie
Ive
they see
That they measure in
Not big minutes
(Time goes by, time goes by)
As they write their plans
On their not big hands
(Got no time to waste)
that's john on vacation
They goin penalize you for that truth that you spitting
The next time you pray, pray that there's some truth in em
Behind
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb
Ay
Do the TC Bop
My g dat talk too long
Do it step by step
this little scheme of mine to finally get democracy for the first time
Not in the music business - I'm in the revolution business
Fuck the music
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