Lyrics:
The industry is dead, long live the king
Drop from a head shot, and it didn't feel a thing
Woke up this morning with the world in my hand
Money in
these bitches what is therefore (Therefore )
Therefore I take and get go (Get go)
Free my people from a slave'o
They slave themselves with the zolo
stealing, yeah
Detroit legend (whoa)
Microphone legend, yeah
Sean a Legend
My bro is John Legend, yeah (whoa, whoa)
All this sunshine, it's still raining
They waited afraid
The devil caught from the tower
On the table is slayed, pussy!
Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the army roll up
Banging
ladies trying to have the baby off of this kid
I'm not kidding, tell by the way ya'll wrap it up
Sometimes fact is fuck it, the notes until the glasses
watching of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to giving props again and that was bothering
By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you
The theme
me?
Is that more than a shadow I see?
Am I the cure or disease?
I drop down to my knees and then I pray
That when I wake from this dream
It won't just
stick to my
I stick to myself with the pride in me
And keep to myself in privacy
It's in my heart I got this
I knew from the day I started
The old me is
on the brink of a great achievement)
(In this island, there is no solution to be found)
(To our disagreements by shooting each other)
(There is no real
young James
Came from the bottom
Now we on planes
Aint no comparing
We aint the same
Stand up like a army truck
Big dawg niggas know whats up
Run em over
Guthrie was the first punk rocker
From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer
Woody worked for the working class people
Irving Berlin man he had it all
happy happy working working working population
This village life is dark and cold
No rest from strife, no joy to know
At work day's end when you lay down
This is the Story
That has been told
By generations of war
Where giants, gods, heroes, mages
Want to dominate
Which side will win
In this clash
My name is bill harlan i'm a god fearing man
From the lost rebel army
A tennessee calvary man
From shilo to nashville we
Made our last stand
When
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
Not to be sensible is a sin that's reprehensible
And that is why they say that I am not respectable
Mr. Jones, I'll make no bones, please listen to my
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
got to get through me
And its the Bad Boy family tree, like I said we gonna do this shit, nonstop
And my sole purpose is makin you dance
ladies
Let's get away from that dark side
Explosion and destruction
I'm too scared, I heard that noise
Take your gun, this is the fun
I must obey, I have no
wasn't over
This is message to the youth, some are kept away from truth
Yet these open-minded folks are sometimes mistaken as cruel
We can recall all
the war is on
Break a bitch shoot a snitch
Fuck a trick get your grip
Smoke some dank pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools
the strike hitting on me.
But the Blood of Jesus kept pouring on me...
What you think, this is God’s Gold covering me... I’m in melanin
The only war for peace
like Jordan
Haters like oh shit, who is this recordin
M-I-M-S This is what you callin (MIMS!!!)
House so high, on the hill, this a problem
When the snow
My name is Terry Roberts
From Little Rock I come
I went down to the schoolhouse
The place they kept me from
I went down to that schoolhouse
And this
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