Lyrics:
Brother, I'm depending on you
To tell me the truth
[ Havikk ]
Pops was a roller, moms seems to tell me
Well respected by all, that's what I wanna be
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
Except diseases make emcees freeze this like
Jesus, the Notorious just bust
Thru the spirit of any real emcee to hear the touch
And I'm not talking about
Greene like that
But don't ever side against family because
Any trip to the boathouse may result in a fatality
If you challenge me
You best be on guard
where we don't belong
Court adjourned it's the trial of Kong
I'm a beast and I know this
But that's only one tenth of the million strengths that my soul
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
killed your man so you're
Leaving even
Until it's you mother grieving
Speechless in Vaughn Greene
Babymomma crying my get
The fuck off me
Two year old son
a banjo, trap out the bando
Is you fucking? I'm just sayin', though
You know I ain't playin', ho (Trap)
Jack gave me that Antidote, juiced up
Cantaloupe
a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
undercovers and it's over
Put me on Nova
I played the game as a loner, worked on my goals by myself
They all judged me for my hell, well
I still got nothing
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
you belong to me
Now I belong to you, you belong to me
Cheap faith we're only human race
Just break
Evacuate from all this ruthless world
used a potion
If I don’t like ya spirit, I’ma get the ghostin’
This glizzy glock get ya spirit floatin’
My name ain’t Jack, and I’m not jokin’
Brain like
The other day and friend asked me what religion are you
I went to say I'm Catholic but I stopped to think it through
I've never been the one to feel
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
a nigga like me TRU
So I don't play that game that you hoes play
But I won't stay where you stay
Now, this be the time where the 9 be like buckin'
I gots
photo jack (photo jacking)
She loco, she loco, she making it postal (postal)
She looker a bozo, she saying she missing me all on the social
That is
photo jack (photo jacking)
She loco, she loco, she making it postal (postal)
She looker a bozo, she saying she missing me all on the social
That is
not some servant
Cleanliness is next to godliness but we still riding dirty
Put me in another bracket, in the field I get it crackin
Hustlin' I got
I belong, I belong
Finally I got my mind on track
Nothing stopping me
I'm on go saving cash
Recharging my energy
To the max
The leader of my
school and my welfare
But it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares
You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin', Jack
You grabbed your
the microphone
Nah black (why P?) to each his own
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone
It's me, yes the MC Grand Royal
free
Somewhere to be myself
Somewhere close by the sea
Not give a damn to nothing else
There ain't no place I rather be
Somewhere I belong
Look for me
the streets
Broke as hell to take what belongs to me
I saw money, moms said: "Yo, Havikk, please
Leave the streets", then I thought of clockin gees
Jack of all
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