Mandingo Rally - The White Mandingos, Murs

Mandingo Rally - The White Mandingos, Murs

Альбом
The Ghetto Is Tryna Kill Me
Год
2013
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
171220

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Mandingo Rally

The White Mandingos, Murs

Fly right to space, I might catch a case

I be higher than a spaceship, but as soon as the base hits

I become an escapist, back to the basics

Hip hop base and a project basement

How you seen god if you never feel base kid?

Meditation, transcendental, my band is the band of bands since furmentals

Yoga, yogi, cigar stogies, picturing your crib and they try to fold me

Tibet, the bomb, the sonic homes, project hallways, taj mahong

Die academy, die trust comedy, ain’t shit funny

Broke dying in poverty

Honestly, follow me, quick to astrology

Fin away crazy and crash the economy

Fuck the odyssey and the economic policy

Feeling I’m …inside of me

I am cosmic, I am costance, I am conscious

I am cating, toxic, and I love to talk shit

It’s fucked up you can pend on me

New nike gear and Nintendo Wii

Geezy, weezy, keezy, breezy

Fuck me, I wanna kill my tv

Niggas in paris, niggas entertain, make a nigga embarrass

Where was the science, righteous, lost the rebellion, defiance

Relying on crack babes, to make a difference, the impact crazy

Praise be with a g erase me, cause all this bullshit they don’t phase me

Whole rappin was spectacle, they call in the vegetable

What you did was regrettable, and just because you black

Don’t make it acceptable

Incredible ignorance, endangers the innocent

All for the bejamins, manipulating minds for the monetary benefit

I am cosmic, I am costance, I am conscious

I am cating, toxic, and I love to talk shit

Home black, same brother, just cause we the same colors

Still I pump motherfucker, live like a man don’t die like a sucker

Never stutter, stand by your word, respect the game or else get served

Kid you got some nerves, … another man that was raised in the burbs

Brace treated, call me a hater, sell out your people for profit and paper

Ain’t nothing sacred, living in the state of supreme self hatred

We’re doing it to ourselves, without the white men’s help

In and out the jail, how the fuck you raise a son inside of a cell

We’re doing it to ourselves, without the white men’s help

In and out the jail, how the fuck you raise a son inside of a cell?

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