Anno Domini - What I Be lyrics

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Anno Domini - What I Be lyrics

Hey yo every time I'm not I'm wishing I'm high My papa told me life was just a b**h then you die I ain't f**ing with why, and I'd be wrong to reply How do I argue with him when he's been here longer than I? So the stronger the lye then the calmer the guy I know a farmer growing bomba that Osama would buy So my armour is a bong when my mama would cry If she really knew how long her son was gone in the sky And when I come down back onto the dumb ground I can feel my lungs frown so I'm burning one down You must think I'm some clown who be feeling numb now Better bite your tongue down, there won't be no gun sound Just another rum round and your body unfound Look at what you done now, now this sh** has come down to me Me and what I be, being what you see Seeing what you read, agreeing on the fee Smoking to the face has me floating up in space And it's laced cause with a telescope I can't be traced A disgrace and now he's selling dope, he's just a case Of a waste, sh** but I'm giving you a taste You might think that he's a menace cause his merchants are from Venice And they're doing more serving than a f**ing game of tennis Nobody will defend us so I'm hopping over fences Cause their working for the law, everyone is an apprentice I'm paranoid as sh** but I can't avoid a hit It's my unconscious mind I study quite a bit Can't explain what my id just did I just hit the kid, I'll be damned if I'mma live that bid Let this be a f**ing lesson, you're messing with aggression I'm confessing it's a blessing, I impress them with expression Prepubescent adolescent seemed to know I had a presence And they'll be no acquiescence take it back now to the essence Yo this isn't how it always was but it is how it turned out GuTii the quiet mellow one is now a burn out Such a drag, now he always has to puff a bag As I try to duck a fed I be screaming f** a f*g Try to tell me how to dress, wanna sell me to the rest Might as well be puffing cess so the L be in my chest Don't sell me nothing less than an LB(pound) from the west Cause it helped me to progress, some felt he might be next And the spot's shut down like a deli with a pest Production put on hold, you can tell he is depressed I'm done with all this sh** like my belly can't digest f** life, the cards that she dealt me weren't the best This hand s**s, I've had enough, I don't see sh** There's no trust so I bluff like a steep cliff These stupid f**s want my mans cuffed in precincts Now everything I puff has me falling asleep quick My boys and I discuss the game whenever we be burning It's kind of f**ed up, everything we see concerning We claim to know it all but f** it, me be learning They know I feel myself like I'm f**ing Peewee Herman!