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the common man doesn't get inventive with his creative rights when it comes to the post-electrical thinking of the late 20th century. mondern revolutions end up leading to the thoughts of the working class being overthrown by such a horrid replacement as that of the upper class and when the two collide in such a sudden and improper clash of ideas, it can become violent. as it goes, the everyday joe shmoe would not help his comrade if it came down to a life or death decision. most people would rather save themselves then save someone else.
jimmy blunts
home plus is us
We baggin' ounces in the back of the mosque Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness A.D.I.D.A.S. with Stan Smith's The grams on the stove And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o She givin' me some credit for clothes That's the slang word for bricks, dicks Analyze you never know who's lookin' This deranged world - where snitches is Enterprisin' Black man hold on, like Magnums in the Wind Cause when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten What's the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of goldfish Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M Gray beemers, it's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S jackets, flippin' up small dean Visualizin' portraits, fresh cuts Brand new Porsches Going wit hand-to-hand, servin' the Source Tuna Salad and Puma rackets pushin' through the projects, captain Get your money, yo show me no slackin' We drive the meanest Joints shoot through Medina with a Evisu Jeans and Nina's Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba Briefly, crackers observe You got the undercovers Niggas just love us, we know they suckers You know what? - What? Mosey don't be nosey yo! Watch these fake niggaz wit these Thank You cards Them shits is bogey Snitches in the hood up to no good We would kill alot of motherfuckers but the timin' ain't good So while my bankroll climbin' I be out on consignment, breezin' Key's with 29 letter melted cheeses All of my papers now in real estate White folks been doin' this since '69 It's billions in killer weight So prosperous moves wit the jewels, with Wu Nikes on It's cool don't ever act like niggas ain't true
jimmy blunts
home plus is us
We baggin' ounces in the back of the mosque Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness A.D.I.D.A.S. with Stan Smith's The grams on the stove And Aunt Lo about to come to the Lab-o She givin' me some credit for clothes That's the slang word for bricks, dicks Analyze you never know who's lookin' This deranged world - where snitches is Enterprisin' Black man hold on, like Magnums in the Wind Cause when it get cold, parole give a homey like ten What's the prognosis: drugs, guns, and ounces of goldfish Fly reefer out-town, bitches is stone six And birds back in 18 and played C.R.E.A.M Gray beemers, it's lean new A.D.I.D.A.S jackets, flippin' up small dean Visualizin' portraits, fresh cuts Brand new Porsches Going wit hand-to-hand, servin' the Source Tuna Salad and Puma rackets pushin' through the projects, captain Get your money, yo show me no slackin' We drive the meanest Joints shoot through Medina with a Evisu Jeans and Nina's Stop by Juniors we hittin' cheeba Briefly, crackers observe You got the undercovers Niggas just love us, we know they suckers You know what? - What? Mosey don't be nosey yo! Watch these fake niggaz wit these Thank You cards Them shits is bogey Snitches in the hood up to no good We would kill alot of motherfuckers but the timin' ain't good So while my bankroll climbin' I be out on consignment, breezin' Key's with 29 letter melted cheeses All of my papers now in real estate White folks been doin' this since '69 It's billions in killer weight So prosperous moves wit the jewels, with Wu Nikes on It's cool don't ever act like niggas ain't true
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