Lyrics:
home alone at night
You are scum, sexually assaulted all my friends
You say there's no rape culture and women can't get raped by men
Every victim
Ababwa
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
Then come and meet his spectacular
make the same mistakes
My country is responsible
For everything I've always hated
Made by men I've always hated
They created, always hated
of strong life; it has depraved the
reason even of the intellectually strongest natures by teaching men to feel
supreme values of intellectuality as sinful,
on the scene, but I be clean wit it
And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in
Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with round 'bout fifty men
See us
Man cause he got no heart
Each line's an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart
Yeah, these rappers they got no parts
Me against them's a Maserati
Come all you jolly skinners, and listen to my song,
There are not many verses, it will not detain you long.
It's concerning some young fellows who
the street
With bodies and boulders and metal
All crashing down by your feet
As number two was collapsing
When only ten floors still stood
Everything was
Standing in the dock at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France.
The man in the mac said you've got to go back,
You know they didn't even
Standing in the dock at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France.
The man in the mac said you've got to go back,
You know they didn't even
Standing in the dock at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France.
The man in the mac said you've got to go back,
You know they didn't even
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
Standing in the dock at Southampton
Trying to get to Holland or France.
The man in the mac said you've got to go back,
You know they didn't even
devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time
Bar
Damn I'm always sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton
And sing, my guns be black
understand
Mr. Loh will you sing to me
You're the only one who makes sense
Mr. Loh's not afraid to be naked
But some men fall from grace
They're not secure
bubbles in open wounds
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew
Old bitches that smell like a fish hut
They sit up at the mall on they pancake
An outlaw dressed in black where
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like
Brothers and Sisters
Prayer is a powerful thing
In these tryin' times, we pray
We pray hard
But, there are some matters
Where we would be better
And that don't scare me none
I want the world to know
I love my dead gay son!
I've been thinking
Praying
Reading some magazines
And it's time we
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