To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
Kenko Yoshida
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Church for Thugs
Yeah, Fort Knox, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about percolating on low, low's?
Mics and six-fo's *****
Ha ha, no more hand claps, please *****
Here we go, Just Blaze!
To all my *****s on the porch getting they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. *****
And I can't forget, my *****s riding the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pele ****
I love New York, but gang-banging that's L.A. ****
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, **** it
I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the forty cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my *****s get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got *****s doing life in the state pen, so I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Then break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the pavement
[Chorus: x2]
Believe me
*****s keep saying they goin' heat me up
Talking that **** like they goin' lay me down
But and
When I come through strapped to see what's up
*****s really don't want no parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or I'm staying in Air Nike's, alright?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go some training wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where *****s trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For real, nah for real I eat a track homey
Dre we too close, ain't no turning back homey
Deal with it, I'ma be here for ten years
Spitting like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit here
Thinking in the back of your mind, this is the ****, yeah
I spit for *****s doing twenty-five on they fifth year
Ready to throw a ***** off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every ***** who ever helped me to get here
[Chorus]
It go one brick, two brick, the boy moving weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm driving upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the ***** got cake
Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, *****s steady hate
Til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
*****s catching feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the new comes out, my flow the illest
You a close second *****, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and I'ma have to peel him
The best of both worlds, rappin' and drug dealing
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long-*** Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You *****z want me out of L.A., yeah I know
[Chorus]