Lyrics:
want to have to get buck
I'm not phased by what you say
Cause I know I can take you any day
You think this is a game
Well call your play
You don't know
And I come from Harlem, click pow
Revolve em' you don't want no problems
Y'all nigga will starve em'
I don't give a fuck, click pow, revolve em'
A lord
what it means to be D
Well they call me Mike D with the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which
me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me
No stress, my love for you is never in doubt
We'll get a little place in Harlem and we'll figure it out
I've
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
talk about is trap, well lil nigga what you know about that
When I step in all dressed in black, black on black on black
Yeah I've around the map still
loves to wear makeup
He loves to look pretty while he's in the city
Scopin' out dudes within a 10 mile radius
Mans is craziest with big booty men
Hanging
Wanted to earn some coins for the day damn
That's his way?
He got no motive in life, wondering what sin he did
In his previous life to land a role like
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
show
But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
Whit just a hand full of men
We'll start - we'll start all over again
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
Truman's the head
Gonna drop a bomb from a plane up in the sky
Harry Truman's a true man
The hero from Hiroshima, that's cool, and
Now it's time for
like a bit of that
But in weather like this, you should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread the hand stitches of time
Battling Levinsky
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
never made for the spirit residing in me. Last lost broken puzzle piece, desperately tryna be complete. Well that shoe will never fit. My one piece be
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
time
Ready to burst and launch me to the skies
Into space with such haste I forgot to get dressed
Oh well, I'll just wear tin foil like I'm obsessed
In
pride
And you know you gon' die by it
Paid for respect
You can try buying
That is some shit I cannot buy into
Switching the flows and then tryna get in
right?
Master plan
Miracle flight like Pan-Am
Man,damn!
Sure as the echo
'fore that gonna pump the petrol
Niggas with escorts hide in the get-go
Now
to becoming Attached
Same blades that sharpen you
Will stab you right in the back
If this ain't true
Then I ain't know what's facts
I was there for them but
Stash hard in the Honda seats
You got to know how the game will freeze
Especially when you pimp the heat
You got to pop that thing
Put an ass
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