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psalm one - wwiv lyrics

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verse 1:

happy and black and
i’m f-ckin with white and the brown
catching the flight for the pounds
rappin for y’all i don’t do it i rap for myself
who do i have to impress with this lit
got giants who love me and hate me and b-tches who never could spit
booties and t-ts
groupies and d-cks
put a fist up if you tired of the bull-sh-t

my therapist say i’m a mess but i’m well-adjusted
if you not p-ssy go head and bust it
a trump supporter nah i can’t trust ‘em
f-ck apologists f-ck the government
f-ck all that tea but i’ll take the crumpets
y’all gossip more than a pack of grannies
they rap for clout they rap for xannies
i’m a look up one day with a fackin grammy

i feed off the doubt : queef all your fears
bow to yo knees when a queen appears
i’m knowin some legends got p-n-ses
but i’m standing right here
and i pee when i sit
b-tch
how the f-ck you tryna act innocent !!!!
even i done smacked a chick
but don’t glorify those horrid times

i just live and i make some mistakes
and i fix all the problems i can
they hate me cuz i will stand up for what’s right
won’t f-ck with a label again
and believe me they try to erase and replace what i do but them people is not psalm
and if you ain’t got – no love – for alla these freaks – get the f-ck on!

hook by angel

try to hold us down
never been the case
world war four
revolution on my waist
they can’t stop the pride
can’t make me ashamed
world war four
all the rules abouta change (2x)

verse 2:

darlin don’t you weep
i’ll hold it down baby
anybody creep
it’s rock a bye baby
ride on enemies
shoulda told you i’m dangerous
my philosophy
i’m $ilky — f-ck you claimin?

i got suckas on my page
politicians in my womb
they got shooters in the schools
f-ck is we supposed to do
target practice with my bros
sold out shows on the road
so much pain in my soul
you could smell it on my clothes

take a look up in my eye
why the f-ck i need to lie
that’s why this sh-t sound so fye
y’all need food and i made time
made a way up out the jam
medication in my hand
slap the devil in his plans
make that goofy understand

hook :

try to hold us down
never been the case
world war four
revolution on my waist
they can’t stop the pride
can’t make me ashamed
world war four
all the rules abouta change (2x)
world war four
all the rules about to change

- psalm one lyrics

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