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Some crackers want to floss whatever the cost | I seen them selling Vintage Hugo Boss from the Holocaust | We savage after all, no salvage, a total b…
Some crackers want to floss whatever the cost I seen them selling Vintage Hugo Boss from the Holocaust We savage after all, no salvage, a total boss Couldn't find a more fitting image than a burning cross For the families that found one on their front lawn A Malcolm at their window with the gun drawn No safety on his weapon Fingers on the edge of the cliff, getting stepped on Hanging on my whole damn life, so my grip strong Plus the good die young, so I live long Big Bad Bless be the best out the west here Since Top made the black hippies millionaires I don't think you really hear me here So let's get this really clear I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for my walk to the park Taught me how to catch, how to bite, how to bark Game of avoiding death is seeing in the dark Don't get caught in traffic playing between cars Freezing up in front of headlights, seeing stars All those wolves I've followed thus far But I ain't forget where the beasts are I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk Some people just want us lost whatever the cost Seen some selling Vintage Hugo Boss from the Holocaust They might be hiding in your dead Nazi grandfathers' garage Another fancy kind of mirage From Saint Nicholas, Black Pete to Belgian's Le Sauvage Subliminally telling a child who's in charge With some Mickey Mouse ears behind which you're hiding your heart Guess that's why our volume is on Towards from where the power is drawn No guarantee that I will live long All we got is the now, as far as the Nile For all my brothers in doubt I really hope you dig it before your coffin is out If you don't dig yourself out you will cost an amount Some crackers want to clear they throat then cough in your mouth If you don't walk yourself out, what you talking about? Character assassination Why don't you let me swerve, I'm penetrating Every layer in this denigration Man, you been raising the hellest nation I ain't schizophrenic, my head's a rebel based space station I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god, I'm his dog Every single morning he takes me for a walk I'm not god... I'm his dog
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