Lyrics:
call me mister Kanye West, cause I go crazy even when I'm featured on a track
I got people busy judging on my flow cause they know what Path spits is all
the fire meaning don't touch em
How did they ever take our land and all of our customs
Sirach 12:10 tells me never trust em
"Man there's gotta be one?" NOPE
They're looking for Kanye west or Elon Musk
So take your magic fingers and your fucking toes
And go play this shit on your vl tone
Nena qué tú dices
Sabes
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
lights at fascist factions
BPD broke police departments, nothing new with making dough
Stay with O's, they're x'in out, Ps and Qs can't keep the peace
dead bodies and glass pipes
That was the age four, and by the age ten
They opened up the caged doors and let the fuckin' beast out
Fuck my auntie
Everywhere I go I see fake ass shit
I have to ask, is anything real anymore
Like this suburban kid is pretending to be street
And he's on the top 10
Vocab is vivid, my victories vicious
I vacillate venom, evaporate votes again
Women on the west say, "We want waffles"
X rayed a xylophone me
then you don't know me
Yesterday, I put my hands on my head
As I looked to the sky
Yesterday, I never realised how
Much time flew by, yesterday
Ten
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
luxury
And we can't stop killing each other for one second
Think about that
Do you guys remember that Kanye West TMZ rant
There is one thing that Ye said
the fiends
Loudest trees I dunno bout rest day
No days off all my kicks are creased
B - O - O - S - T, call me Kanye West everyday Yeezy
Drippy from head
say it loud and clear
(Yeah, we ain't scared of none of y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say they're close to us
Speak now and you'll be brought to tears
and take man for a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
See the bars I write, they're like scriptures
make years like they used to
Strange, you turn around and then they're gone
Let's make the most of each moment together
'Cause the years they're making
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
of the night
His Winchester by his side
Riding toward those California pines
Took him one month and ten days, sixteen hours, some minute-odd change
That's how
the one on Kanye West's side nigga
I'm going off like Tupac Shakur, west side nigga (For life)
Shoot my bars like a TEC-9 (Brrt)
Triggerfinger's coming
the tough times
So you can journey and grow together
It's another self-fulfilling prophecy
Predict that you'll run away then you will
I could feel that
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side
look like a painting by Van Gough
I put together my own life
It never panned off
Beat the shit out of energy vampires
But they ran off
They wanted
why cndrew in the back
Got to run that shit through scanners
That's why cuzzo get it clapped
Four by two
I'm on parameters
They're fucking in
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
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