Lyrics:
inside
With whatever is happening in this country
We forget so easily where we come from
A lot of people sacrificed so much man
For us to have this
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in '94
without no face lift
Face it we got here no need for shave kits
No cutting us we're making marks with exclamations
God is the greatest all of my dues I've
be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop
Rapping to prove nothing
Just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t
reincarnation uh
My only fear of death, is reincarnation
I use my last breath
To reach the whole nation
How can they call me murderer
For my spoken words?
This
a 4 reservation for a Michelin
Surrounded by bosses, socialites, and another businessmen
I been gettin' money, it ain't hard for me to fit right in
You
Love the way you shake bubble up baby make it fizz
All eyes on you so you know you can get the biz
Buss down baby, Buss down baby
Yea
I walk up on ya
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
know what the game is
Them fuckers cheat like an NBA ref
If you smoke one, they'll electrocute you to death
I got God on my intellect, Godzilla by
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
for the win
But this time the bad guy don't die at the end
It's the kid nigga
They see the steps we taking, they wanna come and get next to greatness
I
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
next
I was just on the radio lit
Thank God for every moment mama im blessed
Jumping from rookie to vet
Do this cause i love the music but gimme a check
rockin on the microphone
Yes this is freestyle, LBC style, G style
Shout out to? and Michael Vick
I know the Eagles will be back next year
But don't even
on my niggaz cup
Watch out for security cause we 'bout to blaze the dub up
Let's (Smoke & Burn), choke the herb
So come on ride the train, you should ride
waist
Like he owns the place, he's from outer space, he's the human race
Transmogrification
Is something I've been craving for a while
Not a Midas curse,
know you seein what these demons is doin but I ain't scared
Got me grindin, havin hustler's dreams, killin for cream
It seems when you're close to your
thunder, that it had become quiet, as if something was missing
"Maxwell, where is he? In the bedroom, I bet, under the bed."
She called for him to come,
I'm gone
You know what it is i get back to the money
Handle my biz i get back to the money
Give me a kiss i get back to the money
Back to the money
green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these mothafuckas
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your
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