Lyrics:
DJ Lord Sear on the ones and twos
Harlem World, stand up!
Yeah, no moral compass on my plate of sins
In this world that'll celebrate
When the haters
will never last
I heard that you feel up mans
When they're in the bath
Skepta makes me laugh
I gave him an ounce of skunk and he
Thought it was a 4
dreams
I'll keep missing our happy days
Reality
You will find
What you're looking for in me
Because there are many
Love songs that lost their meanings
that welcome to hell
I hope your situation comes to well
Cause I will bust your ass
Like a lobster tail
I put it into her mouth like Akinyele
And me I
Now I'm on the Conduit, headlights on
Fluid in the windshield, wipes gone
This light storm that's formin' in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow? Will
Outfit made by Dapper Dan
That's that Harlem Swag
Ich hab Swagger, Fam, like a Harlem Cat
Jim Jones, Killa Cam
Ich mach Money mit dem White Girl, William
for I’ve seen what it can cause… hope to reach the cosmos sometime soon… to study amongst the stars… and comets… dressed in celestial garments… I burnt
to dinner, wit Jordan and his wife?
Am I moving fast? It could happen real soon
Thousand dollar shoes, dance in ballrooms
You know the dress, that got
hoverin' (uh)
I was shootin' in Harlem when Pac was shootin' Above The Rim
Nigga, I'm really like that (I'm like that)
Oh, the life that we live, oh
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
When I can beat them easily and when people see
Well, at least that's what will be often said
Now as far as the two copy cats, I'll in fact
Turn them
around
Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to em
Everybody reaps what they sows that's how it goes
Innocent lives will be taken,
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
well-dressed
Puts a sober arm before her
She lets him gently shake her hand
Rolls her eyes before he says
You are braver than any man
To tell me who I am
You
in Harlem
Motels in Queens
Can't believe
My King sucking ultra light beams
See it
Hurts the worst when it's done by your man
Taking trips overseas with
Six, paths they calling me Madara
Your guys will hide in the mist if my brother's put iron in fist like Kazuya
Man call me an amateur
I put
standard living room and a bog-standard table, which by Kabylie standards is extremely bog standard indeed. Nobody has any decent fucking furniture in that
adore me
She wanna read my tattoos like a motherfuckin story
That's another fuckin story, well we get to that later
You don't know what you're in for,
up and then we do things that we will never ever ever do again! You understand what I'm sayin? It's likeâ?¦And that's why so many marriages end up in
to tell that I'm doing well
A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell
And if it all goes well by the end of the year
then I'm gone, I ain't going
order so I bust this shower
Get dressed, but first my mind gets blessed
Not words, but best cess compressed in a Phillie
Silly of me, to think that I
at base camp of Everest
I better rest, on a park bench in Whitmore,
Unlimited by the minutes I will sit and live this winter for
Chillin like Bear Grylls,
that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed
So raise up squire, address your
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
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