Lyrics:
around the world but you will never find (uh)
Another shorty like mine (c'mon), shorty like mine
I tell my niggas that, uh
You got a girl but she
him born.
He got struck down by fever and it settled in his leg;
He loved the folks that wished him well as everybody did;
This world was lucky to see
in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my palm like it's pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I'll document it, put it on page
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
rockin' knife
Check the keys that get played on the roads of life
Yo the rhyme is so heavy like a load of my chest
Travel on these mc's, leave 'em broken
And you know there was somethin' about you baby
That I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me
Votan (Jesus)
As sure as the DOJ confirmed Ezekiel's Wheel (Lord)
That could change the world like Yacub with two pieces of steel
My sword and my
realer and realer
Pick of the litter, get delt like litter by the upperclass you still a nigga
People asking the world why
We got the energy that been
Or more like the stars (or more like the stars)
That twinkle at night (that twinkle at night)
You are the moon (you are the moon)
That glows in my heart
of school (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I admit that I wasn't that cool (I wasn't)
I admit that I just feel like retiring (I, yeah)
I admit that I just don't feel
we can try
G5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by
a .40 by my dick, just like sperm
She a very freaky girl, the best in the world
Asian and Brazil, but I caught her in my trail
Diamonds and pearls,
I can't go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
a state of coma boredom
Shouting from their roof tops it's hot like hell, just not like hell
The ground has cracked, that one's the real one
One by one
Sometimes the world has a load of questions
Seems like the world knows nothing at all
The world is near but it's out of reach
Some people touch
know what I'm saying
So I just put the middle finger up lean out the window like what's up
It's fuck the world and I ain't playing
I be on that fuck
by that Plasma Flatscreen
My head's spinning like the World turning
I turn on TV it's like the World's Burning
But now I down the sound, ignore
whoa
We all on lockdown
So I went back
Took my thoughts then jot-down
Hello
Good morning
Wake up
Don't let the world pass you by
Pass you by
Hello
Good
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the valley
All by herself, goin' on the ho stroll
Comin' back home late night with the bankroll
You know a bitch like that makes me sick
But I heard that she
days, lately
And lately I've wanted to fly
Like the time that goes by
On the days that I can't think clearly
I've had so many of those days
They're
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