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BOBBY NEWTON lyrics : "Furious Anger"

Ghetto gospel, im hostile, making fools of all my rivals
This God grace with the earth without one disciple
Facing hurt, bittersweet hope in the bible

Forced belief, what if thr $#&@ im being lied

No disrespect to the two that raised me

But the research I been doing got a ^!$$% going crazy
Hazy, atmosphere, this cat right here
Write tears, your memory, they dry right there


A man without a conscious,
Is actually a man with a conscious

Who grinded, took the word truth and defined it
But in this country, thinking for yourself is like a crime (*##$


I need a mami to moon me, watch sun reflect that light
Imma be a star, illuminatig the night
Motivation, resides in my saliva

So i spit, like making bodily fluids and ground touch

Nine tucked, never, why the $#&@in questions

I keep em guessing, got em lost in my deception
Im a liar, no im not, wtf you talking bout talking about
Not like it matters, tell me who ur favorite rapper out


No names, this aint a diss song, we twist strong
Practices of positive vibes, gotta decide,

If i dont get outta this life, other than astral projections
$#&@ pigments im best complexion


Of my ancestors, father of the human face
U chase $$#, i chase cash, only comparison is pursuing the cake
I put the flame to the fronto leaf

Blazing with a freak, ay yo how her throat so deer

$#&@ers say i curse to much

Who they favorite rapper, of course, big, tupac
Who not?, two shots, few shots


Cream of the planet
My trust cant be redeemed, if ever damaged
Im not pure, but the universe $#&@ with a ^!$$%

The youth gonna really put trust in a ^!$$%

Our role models grew up poor

Of course, college wasnt something they can afford
That's why we never looked like the teacher writng on the chalk board
Who decide my life, with grades


Trifling days, ^!$$%s had 'da write essays (right essay)
Like catching a come up on papa on check day

Especially, chickens call him joe pesci
They dig him, buried alive, respect me


A goodfellow, true wise guy, i'm wise guy
Sky high, on cloud nine getting radio time
Laying the dimes, hotel rooms are store counters

Press rewind if u want a supernatural encounters

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