for spontaneous events for sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone you are a gift promised sent with a wink with tendencies for conversations that raise
a ho about Tryin to glow off the next man's dough account But I've, been swift on the toes Since an infant, why should I treat you different with a gift
shit's his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift is a curse
he act just like her husband Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise
Star Yeah, Grown mans music bitch Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star Yeah, Grown man music [Hook:] Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin
hold up I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up I ain't givin' a fuck I'm still ?hugged? cause my down South niggas show me love and the muthafuckin' gifts
't have me, then the Devil must We will raise the dead We will raise the dead We will raise the dead Stop at nothing raise the dead Gaze across the
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game, like a fuck-you for Christmas His gift
one for fun One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "Hey" Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead
is a call and a plea for unity Black is back, uplift and be free Keep pushin', our movement moves on So strong, now With a raised fist I resist I don
tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "Hey" Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead
for spontaneous advents For sticky unrests be unearthed and then gone You are a gift renaissance with a wink With tendencies for conversations that raise
Sometimes life feels like an ocean, cruel and far too cold to mention. Though you raise a great commotion - still no-one pays you attention There's no
I'ma smoke until I'm fried Help me cope with the demons that I can't hide Intuition is a gift nigga If you think that a nigga did it Hit em in the chest
touch I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic Ya, better call a medic 'coz ya look pathetic Guan boy it's the champion Mr. Smith Your niggas couldn't raise
aah, boy looka here Have you ever heard a dead man talk before? You ever seen a dead man walk before? You ever heard dead man lock the flow? Like these before, we raised
my chest And tell me how stupid you thought I was And how I'd grow up to be worthless? I was only 9 and I can recall every single time You raised your
Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted The earth is shifted and raised the gifted You knew I'd be back so pack your bone And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home
