Lyrics:
help?) No help wanted
(Do ya need any help?) (Could you use a little help?)
Well, I can handle this job all by myself
(Do ya need any help?) No, sirree
Haduken
Got the blades out don't make me use it
If you talk yo jutsu then prove it
Better mind your tongue don't lose it
If I'm Talkin it, then I mean it
shattered and broken
To the very next way you're gonna use me
Show me the next thing
I'll do the next thing
Let my very next breath
Breathe out a song
that I can't do
I speak for the baddies
Bank account look like phone numbers
All of our cheques got four commas
Running this thing for more summers
us
We won't use guns, we won't use bombs
We'll use the one thing we've got more of
That's our minds
Check your lucky numbers
That much money
The Don Wilson, nigga, I do what I gotta
I'm a boss, them DeLucas trying to front on my skin tone
I left the fam to start a fam of my own
A black Italiano,
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ayy, ayy
I thought our problems were because of me
'Cause now I know things we both (?) 'cause you don't know what love really
Tipping Point
Deep like Finnegan's Wake, Eubie Blake, the rumble of a 9-point quake
Deep Like Stevie's Wondrous compositions, cs I'm so Overjoyed by your
mentions did I mention
Ain't got shit to do with this but just thought that I would mention
Chick who act saditty, but has different types of interest
submarine
Your fate is sealed, like, like, this ain't your field
So stop acting hard before I use you like a human shield
Deflecting all the bullets, cause I
one chance you blew it
Blew it
Gave my love withdrew it
Drew it
My heart you can't use it
Use it
Use it
Sometimes things don't work
But even still
a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thing (when I'm in that thing)
Come
in your hair If you like vinyl but don't like to stream You use your own words the American dream Do your thing (do your thing) Thing thing thing Do
don't think that I have all the wisdom
I just think your mind, has been enslaved by the system
Do not skip the end no... just listen
You can end up all
a way for me to change?
Or am I just a victim of things I did to maintain?
I need a place to rest my head
With the little bit of homeboys that remains,
he the peta peck em, I bet ya biggie bust em
Imagine a 26 year old lying about his high school
Why the fuck would I do that
Every thing thing I spit
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
THE SYSTEM: Chad Wilson
(Interlude)
Why—-why—-
Does it have to be this way
Why —-why——
Will there ever come a day
I don't cry—cry—
My heart
"Jamaica
Pack up your shit" Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica
And I have become damn
Do I dare use the "F" word in jail but really
Have become like
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wilson get ill son
Rock it from Farmville to Tilden Projects (ha)
Concealed when I rap (hey)
So, step like stairs
more I start to like it a lot
Only use Pyrex if you feel like breaking a pot
When I catch onto thing's I start stirring to plot
Funny at first but now
Dada
The Don Wilson, nigga, I do what I gotta
I'm a boss, them DeLucas trying to front on my skin tone
I left the fam to start a fam of my own
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