Jack... Relax Get busy with the facts No zodiacs or almanacs No maniacs in polyester slacks Just the facts Gonna kick some gluteus max It's a parallax, you dig? You move around small, small gets big It's a rig It's action, reaction, random interaction So who's afraid of a little abstraction Can't get no satisfaction from the facts You better run home, boy A fact's a fact from Nome to Rome, boy
I finally get it,Reminiscin on the days when I wouldn't listen.. If I knew then what I know now,I would've always been a Christian. Life is twisted,Fulla Detours,Dead-Ends,n Accidents.. Put all my faith in God so I can relax when satans attackin N, I know the fathers got my lifes plan in his hands.. But I'm still workin with what I've got just tryna accomplish what I can. N take a stand,praisin God for releasin me from these demons.. Leavin everything I loved behind to follow what I believe in. PRAISE JESUS!,Even if when I die I burn in eternal hell-fire.. I give the glory to God because the Messiah is why I'm still alive. N still I rise away from the wicked ways that I once embraced.. I learned to take it day by day maintainin focus on my faith. Thank God for Grace,without your presence I'd be destined to never see heaven. Instead of strivin for perfection n appreciatin every blessin.. Every breath n every lesson,leave every test left unquestioned.. Never second guessin,God I love U,n know that you know best N Heavenly father,please forgive me for the life that I lead.. And Thank You for blessin me with everything that I need. I know I can achieve anything with you on my team. Just please help me be the me that you want me to be...
>>682682933 X gon' give it to ya Fuck wait for you to get it on your own X gon' deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard getting busy wit it But I got such a good heart I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again 'Cause I am right so I gots to win Break bread wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sending me You motherfuckers never wanted nothing But your life said, bitch that's for the light day I'm getting down, down Like a nigga said freeze But won't be the one ending up on his knees Bitch Please If the only thing you cats did is come out to play Stay out my way, motherfucker
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head, my step father said that i sucked in the bed, till one night he snuck in and said "we're going out back, i want my dick sucked in the shed".
Don't make me blow your spot with an iraqi missle for actin like a bipolar bitch with daddy issues Honestly, there's probably a reason that he ditched you, too one look at his daughter and wasn't happy with you It's like, "Hi son, daddy missed you, hows your mother? I'm about to fuck her and nut all over your album cover."
Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!) I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!) Took an early retirement pick a dream American nightmare hogging the screen I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in and you would stop following me around the jungle gym Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs You won't be laughing And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed So I triple knot them then I forgot them This origami dream is beautiful but man those wings will never leave the ground Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
>>682685705 I breath smokeless fire, the jinn type That'll make you hate the way Allaah made you to live life like Hindu niggas, that be bleaching their skin white other peoples teeth in my hands after a fist fight
Dro that I'm smokin got me rollin, slow motion I'm blowin' dough that's so potent, got a nigga coughin and chokin I'm in that... Boxframe cadillac, swervin off the exit ramp Split my swisha with my thumb, rolling hydroponic plants
Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel-Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
>>682682933 I got 7 Mac-11s about 8 38's 9 9s 10 mac-10's The shit never ends You cant touch my riches Even if you had Mc-Hammer and them 357 bitches Its biggie smalls The millionare the mansion the yacht the two weed spot the two hot glocks thats how i got the weed spot I shot Dred in the head took the bread and the lamb spread Little hottie got a shotty to your body so dont resist or you might miss christmas i tote guns I make number runs i give MCs thte runs drippin then i throw my clip in the AK I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
And I don't really give a fuck The flow is hard and it's breath taking like a liver punch Fuckin stick em up I'm nice with the hands but I will fuckin blam at your bigger fucks Grim is nuts a mad dog, I can't stand ya'll I'm off the damn wall like Handball You a mother fuckin rookie, you can't ball in the same league cuz you pussy and that's all
Well, we rolled up Interstate 44 Like a rocket sled on rails. We tore up all of our swindle sheets, And left 'em settin' on the scales. By the time we hit that Chi-town, Them bears was a-gettin' smart: They'd brought up some reinforcements From the Illinois National Guard. There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps, And rigs of ev'ry size. Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears And choppers filled the skies. Well, we shot the line and we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks An' eleven long-haired Friends a' Jesus In a chartreuse micra-bus.
something's gotta change songs of laughter and happiness turn to tear drops of rain been bearing this burden for too many of my days looks like breezes of autumn have finally blew my way like memories of yesterday
>>682682933 Follow me all around the planet, I run the gamut on Sickology They could never manage, we do damage with no apology pick off em off the planet a little manic cause I gotta be frantic ima jam it cause i'm an oddity
Fuck relaxing I smack bitches Beat hoes And act vicious Im in the cut eating shellfish the crab delicious Actions of snitches making DT's shit they britches While the coroner pulls tags Back to business
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