Lyrics:
Communism and capitalism hold each other by the throat
The tug-of-war between these two ideologies result in a
Historic turning point in our world
The First
casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause
know my way around
I was sent here by the queen ever king deserves a crown
What’s the past to the present
Future to fluorescent
I cant win yall boys
gat you by my side
I like you no be lie
All the ladies come around
I wear my coat and tie haircut and dye
Fine boy no be lie
See ladies come around
I
could break your back to state the facts and make them smile
While the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons
Strainin while you're listenin to this
whip for a lick lick
Yea no I already know its sick sick
War games picking up my weights cause I do dirty work instead ay
I don't need nothing nothing
the big boys decide
To throw their weight around
But just roll with it baby
Make it your career
Keep the home fires burning
Till America is in
killing all the pigeons
Go the distance, not just shoulder width, got a
Good arm, and the stones to hit ‘em, and I
Strategized (yeah, yeah)
I said I
advise you don't get out of line
We can fight it out or this llama can
Turn your thoughts to slime
Emptiest threats from these haters
Shrouded by dollar
side I ain't tryna fool you
If I pull it out then we talking funerals
They run they mouth but ain't walking to you
I'm war ready like Shaka Zulu
I'm in
Mandela, how I'm keeping the piece
When its war, they gone fucking retreat
That swinging sword of saint Michael on me
Don't sleep
Niggas fuck around, they
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life y'all niggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
from the cops
Mother fucker I got plays, making ways with the drop
I been moving weight, stay away from the opps
I'm a put you in your place if you try
I'm out at a party I want to be by myself
the internal tug of war never ends
cool calm and collected but I'm on red alert
I'm an optimist but I expect
and they ride with you
Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here,
and they ride with you
Motherfuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here,
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life
the young nigga's eat
Everybody wit' me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like Brink trucks
Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Everyday all around us
We see the consequences of silence
Manifest themselves into the form of discrimination, violence, genocide, and war
Silence is
Maroon 5, I thought my crew lied
I used to focus on being some kind of athlete
I brought back home the gold for the weight of me and the track meet
Was
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