Lyrics:
on one
Temperature keep rising I'm just hiding
From the triple digits
Infrequent visits 'cus the media feeding visions
Of the end of the world
Of the end
Live and learn as the world turns
We emerge up out the smoke
Watch the world burn
Through Hell n Back inhale the tack
Forever high
Cause life is but
by the banks of the sea
Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time
Until she wept for sor'4)
"I would give all the gold in this round world
doctrines of bail
Causin' people to fail
Keepin' the third in jail
His word is nail
Everything to the tree
Severing all of me
From all that I used to be
anthropologically unjust
But the takings are up by a third, so
Cunts are still running the world, yeah
Cunts are still running the world
Oh yeah
The free
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
away and was never heard from again because later that day
Mr Hand flew to oblivion and was transformed by the universe
To become the thing we all know
projecting what you want to see
Shady shaman- untethered by reality
Shady shaman- profit from exploitation
Shady shaman- driven by appropriation
Shady shaman-
the question did I visit Africa
Shit I warmed it up in Alaska, smashed Nebraska
CHORUS (3x)
From interstate to tri-state to international
Mr. Keith Murray
for mine, i bet you die
Right outside your crib, we on em
We on em, gang
Third world
calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sending me mail
Heard the block's in the same shape
Ain't nothin' changed
Niggas slangin' at the same place
the seven seas
And the seer of visions said before he went blind
Hide them from demons and rescue mankind
Or the world we're all in will soon be sold
departed
Even as we visit many worlds uncharted
We'll never forget the place it all started
save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap
Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it careless about the gold in it
Boom
from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it
Care less about the gold in it
Boom
I find comfort in star draped skies
And the sound of the waves just crashing by
See I’ve been thinking ‘bout what happens to life after death
a decision where do you stand
I somewhere in the world
Somewhere in the world some nigga making a mean face
While making a meme wasting time he could have
(hey)
Coming up caribee such a freedom
Derives from a meditative state
Movin' on, believe that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, i only guessed
a mediative state
Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, I only guessed it
Shablam idi shablam ida
Shablam idi shablam ida
the world
[Chorus]
I want the world the and everything up in it
No settling this time, this time, the sky's the limit
Power, loyalty, respect, from
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
from, or am I running from
Blue lagoon!
The man who is going by the external world;
Society, or perceptions [...]
Thinks he is more valid, and the man
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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