McClaren glare
My vision apparent
I hover through struggle on hustle
Success and me is the perfect marriage
Marriage, marriage, marriage
Dwell in the realm of the disproportionate
Klu Klux Klan
Retired white sheets to police force it
We be, W.E.B DuBois-n it
You calling your women bitches
That's sac-religious, I'm divorcing it
Dead yo mentality, Dr. Kavorkian it
Women are orchids
Women are portraits
Well engineered, revered
Queens of the fortress
Angels, made of porcelain
Provoking the motion of Rolls Royces
Uhhhhh
Pearl out the mouth of his oyster
My 50 millimeter tweeters skeet out the barrel of my voice brah
You too could go from blocks where them glock's was a nuisance
To an XTS with hydraulic shocks where the roof is translucent
If I'm dreaming
Call me lucid
Wont stop till my funds Jewish
And enemies look Judas
And focus look Buddhist
The flow is
Brand-newish
My lotus kind of blueish
Blueish, blueish blueish, blueish
We something like the consortium
Black leaders who hold the podium
Trinity ties speak with a state of decorum
Emporium Ideology
Them Black Stars from 79th to 35th was his gift of astrology
I love cats, prison brolic
Got knowledge
American Islamic
All praises due to Prophet Muhammad
A Salaams from Ghana to Botswana
May the karma of Black Llama's
Guide you to your Nirvana, Ughhhh
We turn Moorish in front of your honor
Lo-key
The force to keep them boys out that Industrial drama
Government cheese made him resilient
Militant properties
Lumumba
Mumia
Golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
Just to side step what they call democracy
But Yo
They ain't stoping me
They watching me
They shits a mockery
If they the Monopoly
We the Oligopoly
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a story
The the the story
Everybody got a story to tell
Here's my story
From the Jungle to the 100's
You having a bad day, I know cats who hold Ak's praying you want it
Some days I feel hunted
They killed my brother homie
We ain't I.D the killer
For that, we stay blunted
We strapped but in mourning the trap who forewarned it
We adapt to deep yearning when in fact the worlds waring
Worlds warming
Death around the corner
Coroner, I.D'd the cause of that
But not the genocide of You or I
Are these the times of the Anti-Christ
And if so then who pay that price
Are these the times of love and light
And if so will you pay that price
Man
I been on the Lo-Lo, watching Folks, Foe's and Po-Po
Where the battle at
World translucent like the roof of a Cadillac
Fresher then eucalyptus
Big pimping where your palace at
2020 where yo palace at
M-S-I - Oligopoly: (A Chicago Story) [version1] Lyrics
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McClaren glare
My vision apparent
I hover through struggle on hustle
Success and me is the perfect marriage
Marriage, marriage, marriage
Dwell in the realm of the disproportionate
Klu Klux Klan
Retired white sheets to police force it
We be, W.E.B DuBois-n it
You calling your women bitches
That's sac-religious, I'm divorcing it
Dead yo mentality, Dr. Kavorkian it
Women are orchids
Women are portraits
Well engineered, revered
Queens of the fortress
Angels, made of porcelain
Provoking the motion of Rolls Royces
Uhhhhh
Pearl out the mouth of his oyster
My 50 millimeter tweeters skeet out the barrel of my voice brah
You too could go from blocks where them glock's was a nuisance
To an XTS with hydraulic shocks where the roof is translucent
If I'm dreaming
Call me lucid
Wont stop till my funds Jewish
And enemies look Judas
And focus look Buddhist
The flow is
Brand-newish
My lotus kind of blueish
Blueish, blueish blueish, blueish
We something like the consortium
Black leaders who hold the podium
Trinity ties speak with a state of decorum
Emporium Ideology
Them Black Stars from 79th to 35th was his gift of astrology
I love cats, prison brolic
Got knowledge
American Islamic
All praises due to Prophet Muhammad
A Salaams from Ghana to Botswana
May the karma of Black Llama's
Guide you to your Nirvana, Ughhhh
We turn Moorish in front of your honor
Lo-key
The force to keep them boys out that Industrial drama
Government cheese made him resilient
Militant properties
Lumumba
Mumia
Golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
Just to side step what they call democracy
But Yo
They ain't stoping me
They watching me
They shits a mockery
If they the Monopoly
We the Oligopoly
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a story
The the the story
Everybody got a story to tell
Here's my story
From the Jungle to the 100's
You having a bad day, I know cats who hold Ak's praying you want it
Some days I feel hunted
They killed my brother homie
We ain't I.D the killer
For that, we stay blunted
We strapped but in mourning the trap who forewarned it
We adapt to deep yearning when in fact the worlds waring
Worlds warming
Death around the corner
Coroner, I.D'd the cause of that
But not the genocide of You or I
Are these the times of the Anti-Christ
And if so then who pay that price
Are these the times of love and light
And if so will you pay that price
Man
I been on the Lo-Lo, watching Folks, Foe's and Po-Po
Where the battle at
World translucent like the roof of a Cadillac
Fresher then eucalyptus
Big pimping where your palace at
2020 where yo palace at
My vision apparent
I hover through struggle on hustle
Success and me is the perfect marriage
Marriage, marriage, marriage
Dwell in the realm of the disproportionate
Klu Klux Klan
Retired white sheets to police force it
We be, W.E.B DuBois-n it
You calling your women bitches
That's sac-religious, I'm divorcing it
Dead yo mentality, Dr. Kavorkian it
Women are orchids
Women are portraits
Well engineered, revered
Queens of the fortress
Angels, made of porcelain
Provoking the motion of Rolls Royces
Uhhhhh
Pearl out the mouth of his oyster
My 50 millimeter tweeters skeet out the barrel of my voice brah
You too could go from blocks where them glock's was a nuisance
To an XTS with hydraulic shocks where the roof is translucent
If I'm dreaming
Call me lucid
Wont stop till my funds Jewish
And enemies look Judas
And focus look Buddhist
The flow is
Brand-newish
My lotus kind of blueish
Blueish, blueish blueish, blueish
We something like the consortium
Black leaders who hold the podium
Trinity ties speak with a state of decorum
Emporium Ideology
Them Black Stars from 79th to 35th was his gift of astrology
I love cats, prison brolic
Got knowledge
American Islamic
All praises due to Prophet Muhammad
A Salaams from Ghana to Botswana
May the karma of Black Llama's
Guide you to your Nirvana, Ughhhh
We turn Moorish in front of your honor
Lo-key
The force to keep them boys out that Industrial drama
Government cheese made him resilient
Militant properties
Lumumba
Mumia
Golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
My golden prophecy's
Just to side step what they call democracy
But Yo
They ain't stoping me
They watching me
They shits a mockery
If they the Monopoly
We the Oligopoly
Everybody got a story to tell
Everybody got a story
The the the story
Everybody got a story to tell
Here's my story
From the Jungle to the 100's
You having a bad day, I know cats who hold Ak's praying you want it
Some days I feel hunted
They killed my brother homie
We ain't I.D the killer
For that, we stay blunted
We strapped but in mourning the trap who forewarned it
We adapt to deep yearning when in fact the worlds waring
Worlds warming
Death around the corner
Coroner, I.D'd the cause of that
But not the genocide of You or I
Are these the times of the Anti-Christ
And if so then who pay that price
Are these the times of love and light
And if so will you pay that price
Man
I been on the Lo-Lo, watching Folks, Foe's and Po-Po
Where the battle at
World translucent like the roof of a Cadillac
Fresher then eucalyptus
Big pimping where your palace at
2020 where yo palace at
Writer: Maasai Amewa
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