life You gotta be like Bush and take Pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it’s a mastered art If you
an Amish Paradise We're just plain and simple guys Living in an Amish Paradise There's no time for sin and vice Living in an Amish Paradise We don't fight
to this place The devil only knows of this place world so dark And oh so cold its oh so cold oh so cold oh so... Soon as my flow starts I compose art
bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canabis, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch?
Swollen Pockets Let me introduce the topic Then we drop it Expose Snakes cuz they breath freely See me ride Located world wide Like the art of graffiti
Who are you to judge us On a higher plain Our art lives on forever You are the scum beneath us Fighting your pathetic battle Anonymous animosity Dirt
by artificial means We've lost our souls to a world of machines Listen to the warning [8X] We need to teach them to fight disease They seem so helpless
to bring a wash cloth And rub away the dirt Myself and I we share This barely beating heart of hurt And when the hurt comes theres an argument, A fight
Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It aint no need to fight We
away I don't got no time to throw away [Chorus] Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out
give a damn on the next man Puttin' status and wealth over God and health I can't wait 'till you the next man I get uptight for love You know I'll fight
This what what tomorrow is, Welcome to tomorrow b–tch, [Drake - Chorus] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that, Always wanna fight
trust That all the fuss is just a minor thing And I'm a minor king He knows everything You've got your bit part, mozart Hot dart acceleration Pop art, pistol chasin' Cat fight
doubt Whoa It’s a mess It’s a start It’s a flawed work of art Your city, your call Every crack, every wall Pick a side, pick a fight Get your epitaph
’s never too late for that lovin my sexy babe I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she’s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and
those great have predetermined faith. Mostly 'cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate. nigga's carnivore when there's so much at steak. Aint tryin to fight
Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I
never too late for that lovin my sexy babe I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and