Lyrics:
Such moments are when we
Need to solve problems, deal with
Reality, and move forward
But fear is a call to retreat and retrench
This is precisely what
proper, baby that head game swole
Shawty this ain't no Meet the Fockers
I'll pistol whip your father
He your daddy, I is too and the teacher too
I taught
Ay, I can only do it my way, so
You can never ruin my name, no
I am the exile child, wassup!
I am the exile child, wassup!
I was raised by
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child
yo boss
We is not buddy buddy
I work hard for my checks
I don't wanna get lucky
Hush hush child
Don't cry
Hush hush child
The devil can't hear you
Hush
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
Life, what the f*** is life for n****s like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf***in' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A n**** that seen
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
Yo I thought it'd be apocalypse/
I thought it'd be a golden age/
In this era of hysteria/
Bury ya plan Bs/
How you gonna reap what you sow when you
to call
It ‘Theraflu’ i’m calling
The song this…" And then people are
Like, "oh, he changed the song to this"
And then that’s
What it is, because when I did
pass you by So
Is this a test?
Why are you testing me?
Is this a test?
I have so much more to say
You better listen to me
Child!
You can't change
if you
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
It's been a long time coming
Too long, too long
It's been in the making a quarter century
But it's here now, it's here now
If by time you hear this
had no name
This love we're contemplatin'
Is worth the pain of waitin'
We'll only end up hatin'
The child we may be creatin'
Love Child
Never meant
(Let me tell 'em what it is)
Intellect music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
This is African music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Ghetto child music (Can I
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
Verse :
6 am in Sydney by the bridge
That's when I sit and think about shit
Can we just admit that we got problems
6 in Sydney up in this bitch
to maneuver the dark life like bruce wayne
I come with fire and brimstone
Lightning and thunder's my ring tone
I'm born again by water, nothing in this life can
Yet is this right, or am I wrong
To judge a child for their condition
I don't want to do this, and all I hope
Is that heaven forgive me, for this -
on this yellow brick road
Fuckin' up my mental
I move just like the tempo
Heartbeat, that instrumental
I never lack potential
Every track is essential
Every
Everyone is telling that he was born as a love child
By looking in his eyes something turned me lose in this hot night
Feeling the power of lust
Everyone is telling that he was born as a love child
By looking in his eyes something turned me lose in this hot night
Feeling the power of lust
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
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