Key: B minor
Verse 1
We know there's a lot of bullshit
in the industry right now
But see this hip -hop is sacred to us,
Francis
In this motherfucker,
What's the name of that store
so it could raise its own seeds.
Yes.
Yes flies
They got no feelings to express
won't keep facing
Away in the street and between
Rich off the gas from
involves civilizing
Trying to understand, but fuck it
cash in my hand
My master mics and our master
Unconscious
Was it my fault you couldn't
get the chance
the bag mills, still
We're tensors on the hill,
Conway
I've always made the lines bleed
I escape
where I hibernate
elves plus the lightest flock
just like I'm writer's block
I'm killing patients,
War got hasted,
Cross the station,
While I know deathbeds,
You will get yours within this time
minds
Unconscious emcees, it's disaster time
you couldn't read the sign
98 scripts become the norm
in the storm
That's why he has came in multiple form
98 scripts become the
norm in the storm
That's why he has came in multiple form
98 scripts become the
norm in the storm
That's why he is king,
and of the great form
98 scripts become the norm
You know my crew,
God
Nimrod
form microphiles
Adam hiking hills
Didactic carriers from
Revealed in the ancient book
seek to hire gossip
Nigga, we would never delib
This is too sacred for that
We would never lie to you
half -truths
and left your brain fleece
they down with the police
dope and drinkin' white wines
And black teens gettin'
lessons get demolished
I'm high tech, dissect, till I detect
can't write a check
Star
Wars
Be down
T like
Lee, handle your business tightly
Rightly out of mind, out of sight, see
Whoever said it, read it,
then probably got me ha -ha -ha -ha -ha -ha
you
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