I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust, Then give you a $80 gift certificate to Pussies "Я" Us.
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.
Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions, All destructive criticisms that can't improve on perfection.
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to the Romans while Jesus slept?
There's divinity within because we come from the divine, A force that's not seen, but you feel it every time: When the wind blows, and the world turns, And the rain drops, and the baby cries, And the bird flies, and the ground quake, And the stars gleam.
This game is lame, the music comes second So you can save that stupidness for all them artists you checkin. Popularity don't last long, I'm in it for classics, Cause the other side of the biz is fake and it's plastic.
We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional.
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been? Understand where I'm coming from?
I don't get pat down, you know what's on the waist, I don't mean Jazz when I say I "count base." Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers, Bumped into my high school teachers, They said I wouldn't be nothing, sitting on the bleachers. Now I'm sitting in the Phantom, trynna figure out the features. I'm a big fish now, I watch for the leeches.
This is my time, this is my hour, This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power. If it's my reign, then it's my shower, This pole position...I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours.
You heard about, through word of mouth, Big Bird is out, he's in the house. He's turnin' up, with Snuffleup, They're really gettin' their hustle up. They stick together like Velcro, There Grover go, there's Elmo. And Cookie Monster there, look he likes To take selfies with his cell phone. They got a homegirl named Abby, Her last name is Cadabby, I showed her my report card, She said, 'Not too shabby!' They got all types of cool kids there, It's lots of fun if you live there, One thing I keep forgettin' about Sesame Street... How do you get there?
Every time I write these words they become a taboo, Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true, Living my life in the margin, and that metaphor was proof.
A day to God is a thousand years, Men walk around with a thousand fears. The true joy of love brings a thousand tears, In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.
Take a look at the police and how they treat you, Take a look at these corporations that cheat you. Democrats and Republicans are all see-through. Now we votin for the lesser of two evils... Man, don't let 'em deceive you. This is an autocracy, not a democracy, But to call this a democracy without mock interest In the laws of society? That's called hypocrisy.
Those who flashin' don't blast, they still buffoons, Just blowin out hot air, they should fill balloons. I'm like them shorties that could kill for goons, They started hustlin' in April to cop wheels in June.
When I get involved, I give it my heart, I mean my mind, my soul, my body: I mean every part. But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't. It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't.
Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' up Fuji in a movie.
All I see is sissies in magazines smiling... Whatever happened to wildin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good, old-fashioned, passionate ass whoopin'? And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?
My new shorty got a gymnastic back, '87 emerald green on a classic Jag. She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn't help but laugh...she ordered Chicken Parm.
We live in a society created by an empire That's based on terror...welcome to the One World Era, A complete interruption to your lil' paltry-ass life, That you thought you was livin, and what you been given.
Others tell like it is, while I tell it how I would like it to be.
Man gave us laws, and God gave us time, It's the art of storytelling and I'm only telling mine.
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup and Styrofoam. All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian... Lamar, oh, sorry. Yo, we done both set the bar low.
Anything worth having is hard to keep, I love you like my coffee, so hot and so sweet. So, let's stick it out so we never regret it, I could forgive the past-but I never forget it.
...So put a gerbil on your Christmas list.
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