Lyrics:
rather keep my mouth shut long as my mind open
And tell these niggas never mind what I'm smoking
S-E-P just a mix of high potency and potent tree
Big
that's an identity crisis
Might just take yo head off (isis) and I roll it like some dices
Life's a gamble what yo price is (oh)
Fuck who yo' top 5 is
that's an identity crisis
Might just take yo head off (isis) and I roll it like some dices
Life's a gamble what yo price is (oh)
Fuck who yo' top 5 is
jump in da mix
Knowing fully u a bitch
Nigga u gon trip about it
I don finished what I started
Take a look at what I lived
Hating niggas know I got it
I
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
mind when I win
So I go digging for the demon maggots
To reduce my original sin
But what is surviving I thought
Is it just getting by
Or is it avoiding
to life
They got you looking for a red
Or white or blue savior
But here comes the black savior
Krishna gat blazer
Tongue sharp like that razor
Original rap
One day everything in life is going to turn black
We disappear because we don't want to let them down
Then get let down when they disappear
That's
the topic we were discussing
How this whole world is disgusted you gotta put a mask on to be in public
And that's a disguise
They don't want us to be original
I've the web search
I do not fuck with no dead work
I'm trying to get to the boa
Niggas violate and it's doa
My life is a movie
Surrounded by groupies
Me
am Nastradamas
The Grand Master, The Grandchild of Levi Palmer
Question the answer
I saw the blinding light and my World got darker
Life is a race in
by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around
by Aaron Hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around
Ayo, sa ka fet
It's the original Refugee, you know what I mean?
Fugee tribe, Haitian general, trust me
The preacher's son, you already know
or
Or I’ll be waitin’ til I be a skeleton
For y’all to be original
By the way, I know it’s in fashion to be oppressed
And you is lookin’ for a reason to stand
For your Carolina brother
[Verse 1:]
Unexpected, that’s who I am
That’s what made me, all on gods hands
Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools
don't really care what anyones thinking
Just thank god that his body ain't stinking
Most of these mc's actors fact is
They ain't ever did it but act like
immune to the violence
This rap race is no place to raise a child in
What's wrong with smilin'? What's wrong with peace?
What's wrong with squashin'
with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
in if I'm in a rush/ but so what/ I got a beautiful life and an even more beautiful wife , but they say so what / a 9 month old baby got attached
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
going to pipe
You need a body you can hold and savour
Pan Raas or Mint Cream
Or maybe the Black Mix
Dark-skinned and curvy
I'm drawn to black chicks
to last
Streetstyle freestyle
Knowing mutually
Seeing is what’s being
Time speaks for being
Original future brotherhood
Breaking mirror just there
To walk
arrant
That nothing is more inherently credible
Than incrediblee levity and credibly brevity by making it snappy
And what was the other thing I was
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