Lyrics:
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
?
Motherfucker need that good green
I got the face like a grown lion
My people hold iron
Predict the weather by the wind
Like an old Mayan
Hold my son up, show
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
I want the goddess with the lion's mane eyes that can leave a stain[00:13.01]Make her way from the bottom honest at the Zions gate[00:15.54]Painless
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
a coffin
My lyrics hitting harder than a black band marching
And it goes on and on like Ms Badu
I hope one day music shit is certified by you
Just put your
picking wine
Through the ages let the fruit reach ripeness
Work of my two hands there's nothing else like this
Though they might try it
People keep buying
ready
Bold as lions
Must be ready
Love, and of power, and of sound mind
One, two, he is looking for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six,
people to spend ya money
Wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
What's the f***s that's
it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open
fight.
Freedom like a Lion, in Jah Jah kingdom, Jah Jah kingdom
Like a bird in a tree, we must be free, must be free
X2
cll I know is we need a spiritual
against a jungle lion
I get hungry, eat these younglings like a bunch of jumbalya
Watch out for the cops, watch for opps, could be under fire
Ay
I feel
Undertaker i done showed so much love
I done did a hundred favors
And still people turn they backs on me
But I'm 2A
So you know I keep that strap on me
Blicky
Saran-ie
I pack it like fanny
I make sure it’s shippin’
I track it in transit
Wife beater dreads hanging
Tattoos white girl 2 seater
Music loud blowing Loud
running up a
Bag it’s boosting my adrenaline
I’m in my prime number 8 Kobe Bryant
I’m the king of this shit cause
I was raised with the lions
My heart still
with them niggas
Want a red Beam what I want for Christmas?
Two gold teeth from my dentist
Oh my god, man, I need to print this
Man, I'm apprentice
Man,
a deuce up with both eyes closed
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post
But it's a beautiful day outside
carriage passed
right by the mill and the farm.
All the people said
the owner of both places
was the Marquis of Carabas.
The king was very surprised.
nah baby, this ain't living no no no no
Yo you can't tell me I'm hip
You can't tell me I'm hop
People dying everyday, they getting
Killed on they
the lions loose
Retaining ownership is all I want in this
Maybe two Phantoms, a bad one that got a bone to pick
Somebody tried to kill me, still I'm
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
is balanced. And the lion head is roaring to the trees. Two white gods are watching now, with yin-yang patterned eyes. Chanting we got to be free,
[GZA]
The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
This B.A.C. is 2.3
Now the liver's damaged,
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