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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,308
Peak in subgenre #138
Uploaded
August 25, 2008
Track Files
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:50
Lyrics
I’m make music for the mass
All my shit customer crafter
From the rocks and brim stone
I been doing it to long, to sell out…I’m not Jim Jones
You can catch me in the fast lane, rolling like a crap game
Ro done sold cain to pills, everything for bills
Facing my phone, so evasive I’m gone
Load the bases, I’m home, facing cases, I’m strong.
Take the fucking basics, making statements like I’m faded
I’m the realest, don’t debate it, you can feel it, like I’m sacred
Hail Mary Bruce, muthafuckas I will shoot
I been known to off a ox, like the tails that’s in ya soup
Jamaican style, what bumbaclouts want it
I’m the jerk, that’s in the chicken, make you lose ya fucking stomach
I’m the opus in the day, watch the preacher make the sermon
The green eyed bandits, just a hunky wit a cannon
Understanding where I’m standing, in this white America
Where ya votes’ll barely count, but you building character
So the donkeys on the avenue, pumping like an ass
Dropping shit on the chickens that be clucking on the path
If you learning, then its fast, put ya money up and add
…And all that shit you talking, won’t determine ya class
You can chalk it up to change, but my people never win
We been working on the planes, why we riding on the wings
I done seen a loser come and go, dancing like the commodores’
My musics like a manifest, I’m burning more than canibus
I smoke the bombest like osama, see my momma, deal wit drama
Cuz the woman left my biological father
But I ain’t lazy wit it, Got a orthopedic soul, I’m getting crazy lifted
I see the spaceships, landing in the fly zone, splitting like a wishbone
Everyday I’m sick homies, I got chromosomes missing in my DNA
I gotta limp in my step, niggas imitate, let me demonstrate
This is what I do for…yeah whore
