Archive | February, 2012

When I don’t reply texts

27 Feb

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Free Mason

27 Feb

This is for the soldiers
that see the sun at midnight, ya dig?
let me slow down
it’s so incredible
I’ll go in the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich niggas
we the lost symbols
speak in cryptic codes
ancient wisdom
valuable like gifts of Gold
I embark on life
my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack
I understand these folks expect me to fold
community control to violate parole
I wont fail but a lot of men will
I’m iconic in the field
like Solomons Seal
Uh, it’s just in an intro
allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason
Free Lancer
Free Agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
built pyramids, period
We Masters
no caterpillers, it was just a lot of niggas

A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I’m the child of God
All black diamonds times were hard

New Rolls Royce Guess you made it nigga
all white neighbourhood you’re their favourite nigga
you they favourite nigga
my top back like JFK
they wanna push my top back like JFK
So, So I JFK,
Join Forces with the Kings and we eat all day
right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writing so fuck it
I’ll do it mentally

I’ll go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die

Niggas couldn’t do nothing with me
they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if niggas squeeze the metal on me
Rumours of Lucifer
I don’t know who to trust
whole world want my demise turn my music up
here me clearly, if y’all niggas fear me
just say y’all fear me
fuck all these fairy tales
go to hell

This is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass,
y’all interfering
he without sin shall cast the first stone
so y’all look in the mirror
double check your appearance

Bitch I said I was amazing
Not that I’m a Mason
It’s amazing that I made it though the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin
Holy water my face in the basin
Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him

Bitch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil I’m not
My Jesus peice flooded but thou shall not covet
keep your eyes off my cupboard I’m a bad motherf-cker
it’s The Battousai
just say you love it

 

If I ever die, never let it be said I didn’t win
never, never say
never say Phil didn’t go in (I’mma go in)

 

I just wanna die on Top of the World
Making love to my favorite girl
Making a beautiful life
We knew we was born to do it.

Heart of the City (No Love in Nairobi)

27 Feb

 

Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Phil?
Whassup y’all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar
and my product is movin out the store?
Young fucks spittin at me, young haters gettin at me
My nigga BIG predicted the shit exactly
“Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems” – gotta move carefully
Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes
Yung’uns ice-grillin me, ohh – you not feelin me?

Fine; it cost you nothing – pay me no mind
Look, I’m on my grind cousin, ain’t got time for frontin
Sensitive thugs, y’all all need hugs
Damn though mayne I’m just tryin to do me
If the product sells for two mill’  I’m just tryin move three

Get a couple of chicks, get ’em to try to do E
Hopefully they’ll menage before I reach my garage

I don’t want much, fuck I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers

Bird-ass niggaz I don’t mean to ruffle y’all
I know you waitin in the wing but I’m doin my thing
Where’s the love?

“Ain’t no love, in the heart of the city..”
I said where’s the love?
“Ain’t no love, in the heart of Nairobi..”
Yeah..

And then the Fugees done broke up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got somethin to say
What’s all the fuckin fussin for? Because I’m grubbin more
and I pack heat like I’m the oven door?
Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall
But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball
Now I don’t wanna have to kill sound bar
Don’t wanna have to cock back the four pound bar
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I’m not lookin at you dudes, I’m lookin past ya
I thought I told you characters I’m not a rapper

Can I live? I told you in 2006
that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his

Phil held you down six summers; damn, where’s the love?

Niggaz, where’s the love?
“Ain’t no love, in the heart of town..”
Holla at me!!  Fuck

Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I’m successful you’ll pull this shit
Nigga I’ll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let’s end the speculation, I’m talkin to all of you
Males shouldn’t be jealous that’s a female trait
Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y’all don’t know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place
Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie?
Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don’t make me shit – where’s the love?

Where’s the love?
“Ain’t no love, in the heart of the city..”
“Ain’t no love, in the heart of town,

Ain’t no love in the heart of Nairobi…

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