Lyrics:
damaged wells
Eat bars spit whole cells
So fast my blast propel bullets
Through they own shells
By reburbishing shots twirling through
Steaming your teapot
Haters that love rockin nigga for bread, lead fly
Hit in you back of your head, he gettin' dough, all that's dead now
Yo, no more hallucinatin', we just
You can hate but we praised by these streets we run
Love who we are push two seat cars
Yeah we be far from your too weak bars for real
This is real talk
tonight
Double, double, boil and bubble
You have summoned up a coven of them, boy
You're in trouble you can cry
You can try to hide or run underground
But
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
I'm a boss, and that's some old news
Slavin' for this dollar shower power for my whole crew
Goin Jack Bauer for an hour for my old school
I'm
God's Hand by Summer Frost Jones
Verse 1:
In this world we will have troubles
But take heart for God has overcome
He's got the whole world in
these men
You don't have to kill our women, six feet under while you chilling
Get to watch your kids grow up, one day ours reading bout our killing
For
the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
got all the answers
But I ain't go searching for em
Guess I did it by the books
With no proof of purchase for em
You not real it's a shame
And you not
consoled by all the rubble
Blazing trails of trouble
Life as it exists
Don't swing and miss when it's your turn to hit
Keep your eye on that shit
Don't you
get the tech huh
Got a lot of ammo and he aiming like a vet huh
This ain't no love jones but you can be my nia long
Let me take you home quit worrying
you better learn that
I do it for the hood yeah I know you heard that
Cause when I yerrr the whole hood yerrr back
Number 1 rule here I deserve that
two ducks in one, pluck, initiate the trouble
For those who disagree, I maybe feel the need to front it
Show me your whole entire crew, two shoes
observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look
see you at the top
You ain't gotta like me
But you gonna respect the hustle
Different frequency
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Moving thru the system,
Juwana man
You just mad i get respected by a lot fans
I know I'm prolly better of without a lot friends
Im just tryna run it up I need a lot of bands
it for noodles
I feel like I'm Mickey because I keep a toodle
That hoe Pussy pink like a motherfucking poodle
I fucks with Zay because you niggas is
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
people who have left the problems of today
Leaving to conclude that for their life is not the way
But every problem has an answer, and if yours you
the highway's got what the dirt road's got
And it don't matter if you're happy or not
Because I've been down them all before
And my baby's got a whole lot more
With my feet up
By the shoreline
Trust you ain't smoking like me
Unless you know a grower
I knocked ya bitch
Fucked her once
Now I act like
I don't know
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
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