Lyrics:
never sick of those pipe dreams
I let my soul glow like it's hair sheen
Controlling the beat like its Mike Dean
Most of these nigga they be demotic
I look
When they take and part
And breaking apart
Who swim with the sharks
Pick at the eyes,
pick at the brain
Pick us, your wretchedly
sick
well.
Just a man with a sense of justice
Would his days of misery never end?
Bought a gun disciplined himself
Shoot those those bastards right between
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
control, control
Yeah
Control, control, control
Control, control, control
Cops aren't bad everywhere all the time
But all cops are bastards and racist by
And my poor lima bean is all by herself and it's not ok
Save your "sorry honey" for someone who will come in and save the day
Yeah it's true
Yeah he really
really don't and
E.Y told me to master my craft
Poor bastard doesn't know that it isn't the dash
Poor bastard doesn't understand the talent I have
Poor
with those eyes
She's as sick as she is lovely
And in need of my hand, yeah he uses his hands
He tells her "you are never worthy"
She was all alone
with those eyes
She's as sick as she is lovely
And in need of my hand, yeah he uses his hands
He tells her "you are never worthy"
She was all alone
gone leaving just a faded memory?
Is there any hope at all for any kind of unity?
Will we sit back and let those bastards get the best of us?
Just sit
disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are
got stuck looking for openings
I thought those were supposed to sing like cage birds
If you're a free broken spirit let the pearly gates burn, baby,
being imprisoned
Alone in your feelings wit no one to listen
I'm so sick of the world We're In
Look at the way we live
This is some painful shit
Seeing
to the day and
My tainted blood's still the same
I can't help acting this way and
Those bastard doctors are gonna pay
I'm so lonely without baby's love
I
You make me sick
With your false promises
You Bastards bait the weak
I hope at night
You hear the cries
Of all the innocent that die
I want you
The Papa was bound to the fires of hell
Alone he spoke to Satan himself
Casting curses on those who opposed the rule of his land his sinister goal
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
city
Devil in the, devil in the dark city
Spit acid he's a sick bastard, no caption he's more violent than a fucking croc from lake placid gunning
souls do
What do the poor souls do
What do the poor souls do who don't have you in their life
A sailor roams the open sea, a soldier stands alone
Both
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
How can we go on with life
So broken down by those who thrive
We’d rather sew our mouths tight shut
Than think about how we’ve messed up
Ooh it’s a poor
Pon John Public weh ah turn a blind eye
Pon di poor and di sick, yo
Oh my, my, my this world is crazy
We living in the danger zone
Is only Jah Jah
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