Lyrics:
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born
We use to sing that song in class when we were little
That song was lit, yep
A day in the life of Soldiers who march when they step
I still know
rail and by thumb
By now you all should know me
I'm the Great Historical Bum
I had hoped to write a song to sing
Of all the great things we have done
the trigger and his head I'll deliver
To the court of righteous people
Black, white, or Indian, we're all equal
So all ya racist codes I'll decode, explode
be with us today as hes out hunting and looting in the Amazonas. Its a family trip. A picknick actually. But we all wish him luck with that. Shoot
Landed on my head
Felt the weight all through my spine
I blacked out
Passed out
18 hours
Death bound
I held on to life man
God came through
I'm back now
been ill the way I'm swerving all the feedback
Curving all the hate I feel like Irving when he lean back
And I ain't ever stopping till the point we all
it, put it in a song
All the real fans, get busy
It's been a while but I'm back, it's a rizzie
I'm a mic man, if I get dangerous
I'll start acting like
the Mighty Mos Def
White folks gotta mumbled the chorus beneath they breathe
(I didn't say it)
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they
special affair, the host came out with hysterics
8 o'clock it was time as we all sat in our chairs
We were ready, we were nervous, but we were really ready
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
played notes that were all heaven-sent
But the drink and the drugs made sure that's where he went
Osmond and Cassidy records all gold
But they made
music, but they don't like our faces
And when it's all bad, let just look and see where your plate is sitting
While Try to keep up tight just like denture
'em
All they got to offer is the drip, but they never making moves
Almost had me thinking that they were just fountains
I say what I want, and every
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
chokes me up
Fuck Jim Crow for my people
You know I'm going for the gusto
It's Deeper Don't want us to swim
They don't wanna see
A predator step in
hard
To gain supremacy
But we still livin' tax free
We just tryin' to eat
Alright
Here's another lesson for y'all
History 101
You listenin?
Who they say
I'm always all heat, no filler
Step on this track like the ghost of "J Jilla"
Taking inspiration from the life of "Jim Shady"
Everybody else is gonna
flashback
You were busy with the bongs, while I was grinding out these songs
Take a step back, you better play along
I was staying headstrong, while you was
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get
in a day)
Brixton life had you working but you were never stress-free
Just locked in a cage, slaving
They said there were gold in the pavements
them out
But we in this bitch till the truth come out
But you don't hear truth when the news come out
They will claim warlords
Where the city ain't war
here from Georgia
Everyone said I had talent I could write
Nashville's where the money is
They all said my songs are out of sight
So I caught a bus in
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