Lyrics:
final hiding, it's time to stand on my own feet
Daddy, will you pass the spoon
Daddy, I'll be an old man soon
Daddy, can you hear this tune?
It is
or as the final
Word of whatever God may be
Christianity has given us an image of
Death and sexuality that we have based
Our culture around a half
Naked dead man
an old-time gangster movie?
With the white man ringin shots on blocks
With their clean shave and pin strip-suits
drop you a line
You tell the man upstairs that I'm a little behind
I've got all these bills and taxes, and all this sin
They keep knocking me down, I
the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they Agnostic
If I spit over the Boom-Bap, then they
Shit kickin’, suburban, I grew up bareback ridin’
Out on the weekends at ol’ Partain’s
“If you can catch ‘em, you can ride ‘em.”
That’s what the old
love it
When she chokes me in the
Backseat of her riverboat 'cause
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
And I've got to admit it
You learnin' 'em skills and payin' 'em bills
And it's time that you quit it
Gimme the chance to take you out just for a night
And I
on that Stevie Wonder now it's Frankie Beverly
I done seen days go crazy, time fly by
Maybe it was yesterday or maybe sixty-five
Peace then war, sworn
after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that's off its axis
All
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
Yo Shock man people be comin up to me sayin
"Yo man, what's up with the Underground, man?
You guys old school, new school, R&B or hip-hop?"
What
a grown man, like he was born that way
He wanna play with toys, he was too fascinated by them drakes
His grandma prayed every day that he would change his
or old n****
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke n****
Know you all relate to this s*** that i wrote n****s
Lots of my mans trapped
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
every eyes, so all can see
The rich is getting richer every day
And the little that the poor man got it shall be taken away
Do you hear what I say?
I'm just a nigga that's playing
Don't mean to bring up old shit home girl but I'm just saying
You love the fast life
Got all that weed, got all that
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in
a couple weeks
That was the last I saw him
My old man in the snow
Sure he didn't talk about it
But he never let it go
That the reason for my troubles
Came
a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls
But I wanna say when my time comes
Lay me facing the rising
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