Buzzin' like my cousin.....
Grey Goose Vodka and Sauza Tequila are pretty good at 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday February 17, 2008. Waiting for the laundry to get out of the dryer.
Buzzin' like my cousin. You kiddies thought I wasn't. Feelin' like Amy Winehouse before I pull the nine out and blow your brains out. Not mine I'm to vain for that, to sane for that. I deserve a pat on the back. For remaining African not Black, I tried to pack a gat but their ain't enough room in my suitcase for that. You wanna see me, we can put on some glove after I knock you it's all love. I'm not a thug but I dress like one. It's a culture. You fake cats out their are like vultures, waiting for it to progress in African eyes the government pumps us with lies about why gas prices are on the rise. While their eyes on the prize you really think you got dough? When all you got is a car that's not even paid fo'. You cats need to know that life is for livin' and givin'. It's about peace, love, and harmony. Not beefin' up the armory. War is just tryin' to exert influence on another when we're all human brothers and sisters of another. It's not about color you can fooled if you want. The jewels you can flaunt while the government taunts. You know what they want? For us to consume and be greedy. Forget about the millions of needy who populate the cities. Chief stays gritty. He's about his cash too. He got get food but it hurts that he has to. Work for a corporation who doesn't give a fuck about him. Their bottom line can live without him. I keystylin' like I'm All Hip-Hop when I'm not. I'm so complexed I live Whites, Blacks, Asians, and Hispanics vexed. They all try to discover my race but when puttin' food on the plate green is the only color that needs no debate. You know I can't wait to get over the money thing. That's not what it's about. It's about gaining clout and finding your own route. Or root from the tree that grows is poisoned with nuclear waste that flows through our rivers and streams while I have to worry about the red beam. Nah mean?!
Ahaha! Keystylin' like back in the day. I used to try to be an emcee. I shouldn't have stopped. Music seems to only thing that gets me by. Without I don't know where I'd be. The Dramatics and Marvin Gaye can sum up a mountain of my emotions in three minutes of soulful music.
I'm juiced ya'll and it's sad. Just becoming another victim of corporate poison.
Let's get drunk like The Click and get hella rich!!! Hella rich in Love, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Revolution!
Change is imminent and we've seemed to have forgotten that.
Buzzin' like my cousin. You kiddies thought I wasn't. Feelin' like Amy Winehouse before I pull the nine out and blow your brains out. Not mine I'm to vain for that, to sane for that. I deserve a pat on the back. For remaining African not Black, I tried to pack a gat but their ain't enough room in my suitcase for that. You wanna see me, we can put on some glove after I knock you it's all love. I'm not a thug but I dress like one. It's a culture. You fake cats out their are like vultures, waiting for it to progress in African eyes the government pumps us with lies about why gas prices are on the rise. While their eyes on the prize you really think you got dough? When all you got is a car that's not even paid fo'. You cats need to know that life is for livin' and givin'. It's about peace, love, and harmony. Not beefin' up the armory. War is just tryin' to exert influence on another when we're all human brothers and sisters of another. It's not about color you can fooled if you want. The jewels you can flaunt while the government taunts. You know what they want? For us to consume and be greedy. Forget about the millions of needy who populate the cities. Chief stays gritty. He's about his cash too. He got get food but it hurts that he has to. Work for a corporation who doesn't give a fuck about him. Their bottom line can live without him. I keystylin' like I'm All Hip-Hop when I'm not. I'm so complexed I live Whites, Blacks, Asians, and Hispanics vexed. They all try to discover my race but when puttin' food on the plate green is the only color that needs no debate. You know I can't wait to get over the money thing. That's not what it's about. It's about gaining clout and finding your own route. Or root from the tree that grows is poisoned with nuclear waste that flows through our rivers and streams while I have to worry about the red beam. Nah mean?!
Ahaha! Keystylin' like back in the day. I used to try to be an emcee. I shouldn't have stopped. Music seems to only thing that gets me by. Without I don't know where I'd be. The Dramatics and Marvin Gaye can sum up a mountain of my emotions in three minutes of soulful music.
I'm juiced ya'll and it's sad. Just becoming another victim of corporate poison.
Let's get drunk like The Click and get hella rich!!! Hella rich in Love, Wisdom, Knowledge, and Revolution!
Change is imminent and we've seemed to have forgotten that.
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