fuss. It's funny there was no one left to notice When they came for us. Looks like witches are in season, You better fly your flag and be aware Of anyone
children cry? The badge means you suck, a child lays there dead. As you look back, what goes through your head? Some still call him pig. Some still
I like Rock I like Jazz But i love Grime i see everyone actin like they werent in love with the music eskimo times yeah man im still wavin the flag
, we should be humpin' If honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rollin' out, and they're stickin' up the flag He jumps
've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood, that ol' saloon there was their lil' home Away from home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil still live In
[J. Cole - Verse 1] Momma I just killed a man My body still trembling can you feel my hand Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out
and my mans Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands But still we never ran foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there
When silence was all that abounds Been days when it pleased me To be on my knees Following ants, as they crawled across the ground I've been insane on a train But I'm still
for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes Was it that the rebirth was the birth for new shit, of cool shit The jazz power showers from the crew was
Old school MCs I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair And what 16 joints later still lounge Fresh, from
m gunna forget about from where I came UGK ain't just a name, it's what a nigga is I was there before I got in the biz and nigga that's on the rizz I
the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter Have the pin back hands up white flag surrender
your money on others but they ain't blessed You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed Look around for conscious rappers yo there ain't none
flags, remember Amadou Diallo Here's what we gotta do, follow I'll put hip-hop in you if you're hollow Those that already filled, still take swallows
to get wrecked Junkie on the corner, need a box of shoots With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots The closer that we get, the clearer it became It was
in) Let me in the door If you say you hear me knockin what you standin there for Cause I'm the one that do that music Ya feel but you still refuse this
-5, HARDTOP IMPALA lookin for dat 187/ There he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/ Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex
me my sack like, good luck getting back I'm like, ?The fuck I'm going outta there? And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him there And