Homeboy Sandman - 72 Bars for Chosenberg lyrics

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Homeboy Sandman - 72 Bars for Chosenberg lyrics

Angel from Elmhurst Bumping Von Pea in a RIP Sean Bell shirt Been lived off of sardines and orange seltzer It was all self serve This is for the wealthy and those on welfare This is for the healthy and them needing healthcare Ya'll help's here Cats be telling tales signs is all telltale Cats ain't dropping science minors are selling tail I represent a limited fraction People who ain't emceeing just to get a piece of the action We was writing numbers in defense of the faction While cats was busy tryna get girls to put they numbers on napkins Cases wasn't as easy to crack then Now everybody's selling crack PD be releasing the kraken From listening to crap instead of listening to craftsmen sh**'ll get your whole clique just click clackin Figure they gonna ball like the Pac 10 -- blue approach They get ghost you could call em the Pacmen Living so will get your soul colder than Aspen Robbins and Baskin People say I'm preachy so they call me the chaplain Call me the reverend When they see me in heaven they gon call me the Clapton My life is like a movie where I'm doing the casting And everything's captioned Only law I follow is the law of attraction 5-0 listen yous only 5 that I listen to is the Jacksons I don't gotta frown in a pic to be masculine Where's the dark brown when I'm flipping through Maxim? I was going down when I was running around blasted Now if I'm going down then I'm going down blasting Before I found my path had to deal with my past sh** Lost but now I'm found, time to follow my pa**ion Cats turn crab like Sebastian Ever since the boy got big quicker than Josh Baskin Months back I was set for blowing a gasket Six months later all this glory to bask in What enhances forward advancement is one head years ahead Sorta like Demi and Ashton Ain't seen this much soul since Simpson & Ashford Any record that gets a asterisk, you asked for it Guess I'm an insensitive ba*tard For doing well when album sales is going to hell in a handbasket And other rappers' riders asking for an aspirin And antacid This ain't the time to have a seatbelt that's unfastened It's hunting season, time to season up something fattening I'm done fasting Finally cats at Sony listenin the one catch is I'm Ca**ius I'm about to put a tape out in dot dashes I ain't gotta put a tape out with Kardashian More the type of cat concerned with the fall of fascists Less the type of cat concerned with the fall fashions More the type of cat that's given to hold cla**es Less the type of cat for giving out hall pa**es More the cat to backlash for whips that lashed black backs Than act whipped for bad chicks that bat lashes Chillin in b-boy stances I keep poised when cats deploy p-noid glances Now this side of the fence where the green gra** So cats gimme congrats muchos gracias Label head tried employing the greed tactics OD, as if it wasn't me rapping My lawyer stepped up, causing the mean racket Won the masters, gimme the green jacket Young, black, and accurate SAND is an acronym Slamming Acumen No Doubt Couldn't count the amount of couches that fold out That I've rolled out cause cats hold me down when it's cold out When a cat ain't holding no amount Cause they know I'm gonna announce what's up with us Sure enough and I'm showing up and I'm always showing out owwwwww