Lyrics:
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
The revolutionary people's choice the award
Seeing souls move forward
Goals move toward new homes and new floors
For us to rise to
In the attic taping up my bible
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
they don't (Yeah)
They're angry at my people for exercising their voices (Better listen up)
Screamin' at the sky until they listen to what the noise is
Wake up to the world around you cause somehow
We've got to stop John before he cuts another throat
Welcome to the darkest punchline Jim Davis ever
of benevolence
when God is speaking, yo we give Him reverence
we can wash and rinse in fragrance (aw, i messed it up)
John: Fragrance, ah, that's cool that's cool
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
But I think you're thinking about leaving me right about now
Dig me a hole in my backyard and turn it into my personal graveyard
Shred up all my credit
opened up my eyes
So now we rise, rise, rise to life
You can't control me no more I've opened up my eyes
So I'm
Starting every race from twenty paces back
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
ain’t never trying to hide my affiliation wit’ God
Holy and righteous by the Lord’s standards
Praying my life go the way the Lord planned it
And I’m
striped molasses
Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Star's are bright, shining, hot balls of air
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
for the love
You and your partners is trying to keep up
It's not enough
Me and my cuddies on the rise
We coming up
Listen to the crowd they be yelling
Rise up, better rise up
When them demons in ya brain
Sayin' you ain't worthy of the fame
Rise up, better rise up
When them people tellin' you
That
west in my Scott phase getting mentored by Kanye
Then I moved East to the m state now I rep L in the same way
But I don't ever take none Ima stand up til
fed up with the show
I say fuck all of them polls
We goin rise or we goin fall
Now, which way will we go?
Come see,
What they hiding through
on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own
Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,
John's Episcopal church
Painted Black Lives Matter Plaza
On the street in official ink
That way people would think it was the city's idea
Never mind
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
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