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street light - bullet & a scripture كلمات الأغنية

they used to call me young huey freeman. revolutionary music from a future g*nius. evolutionary student in a group of seniors. the true school to carry; i’m recruiting new believers

who can see us? bet it ain’t yall. magic 8 ball in your pocket, your posse done went awol. ironic how the dudes you gang up with, see me put it down, so they hang it up quick like a prank call

i know y’all missed missing all my triple entendres. i’m mister dismissive with a system i’ve conjured. -ssist the six sense with a sick twist of perfect fate in which i switch disks and terminate john connor

can’t let my mind wander, or i’m going off the deep end. and all the blind eyes gotta repent; the great jehovah. i hope i’m making closer reaches; i’m getting out of line, but you know the weight/wait is over like obese kids..

huh. you picked a bad time to be a rapper..even after the evening after i meet with pastors and teachers, i’m reading chapters to be on the path with jesus. then half wit leaders need to factor in the fact that i actually mean it when i stash me a key to the back of the lab where the tv stands grab it with a chance of bashing your speakers. and trashing your plans either by establishing brands to smash the demand we need like lamborghinis surp-ssing a prius

im long winded, i admit that. but when you force it, i kick back like horses and take a quick nap. like divorces, no more misses. i’m jordan and your disses, like tryna stop me scoring at 4’6. too short if..

you could ever hope to stop me. they say i’m close to c-cky, want me to overdose and hope i don’t notice all the folks that wanna grow beside me. you’ll end up comatose going blow for blow with rocky–

your flow is sloppy while we making hits like it’s pete rose; and you fold like clean clothes and origami. please stop the noise and whining. y’all just wishing i’m on a mission and itching for the green like poison ivy. hahn

and then i start spitting. street preachin– in the dark mitten– reverend/revving in the hood like a car engine. whooo! no clergy, just mercy the lord showed me before he had my arm twisted
i see it all, pimpin. i insist you let me -ssist my sisters with this chris paul vision. with the game, they’re monogamous with their dame, they’re misogynist. in their brain, what the problem is?
in their drank is the vodka, cuz they think that the bottle can escape when they can’t get up out of it. full throttle, and the tank at the bottom like where they started because they saw drake without an office gig
i know it very well. am i dreaming? i must’ve been sleeping through the sequence of a fairytale. whether october’s own, january hail, or november, there’s no winners in a buried h-ll
and just cuz we don’t beef don’t mean i rock with you. and just cuz we don’t speak don’t mean that i’ll forget who helped me get this leverage-
i just keep the business separate cuz you could be taking shots from people who took shots with you
yea. harsh realities, i’ve been accustomed. hard to rattle me; we treat em like we never trust them. any enemies
i know; -ssembly
line flow is better off missing me when i got it custom
i’m done talking on the internet; i’m too busy. feel-like i’m walking on your intellect; and back when i was more considerate and doing feature flows for 250; i realized n0body knows what to do with me!
and this might be the last free joint cuz my last three joints was free including last weeks to last me. point is the last thing i ever ask for is cash but man, with these shots, i need at least three points. ha!

- street light

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