The iLliterate Papers

Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in 
Yuh cuz, I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side 
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in 
Yuh, Cuz I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side 

Verse I: 

55 trillion dollar debt, by the time you hear this 
Its gon be interest on that shyt (DJ run it back) 
Black women can’t get a man 
White people don’t understand 
Got color of change in my inbox, talking bout a negro 
Like I give a damn well 
Scratch that shit off and move on, 
Tryna make it off this wic to cupons 
Light skin, dark skin debate, its all about hate 
And we both getting pooed on 
Dude asked me why you a rapper 
I replied with why you a kappa 
Excuse me homeboy, I’m an alpha 
I mean who the hell you lookin out for 
Awww man… I didn’t mean to call you out 
Aww damn…what you niggas talking bout 

Chorus: 

Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in 
Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side 
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in 
Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side 

Verse II: 

Deal with your religion and I deal with mine 
Pretend that this is columbine 
They gotta gun to ya head and you must remind them 
Who you wit, who you ride for 
Who you live, uh, and who you’d die for 
My alliance is with nuclear missle and pistols 
Green house gasses pass through our system 
Will Claritin assist you, 
Well just be careful, 
he choose, i choose, we bless you 
With the illiterate papers 
Still published in love authored by NoTiQ just to update you. 

Chorus: 

Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in 
Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side 
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches 
Women take out extensions 
Is this the world that we live in. 
Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry 
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side

(Source: notiq.com)

Im astonished that I made it thus far without my pa 
Goin on the third year, you can call this shyt a par 
Two holes in my heart, 
The murmur don’t rip it a part 
Mean time, 
I stitch my words to these beats to make a bar 
Hol on, then I lift up 
Pray the beat make em sit up 
I’m grosser, so they spit up 
Show growth like a hiccup 
Vocal forces til my nodules stiff up 
South bounce like the shocks on pick-ups 
In God I Trust by my nipple 
Aging by the daily, I see grey hairs on my pubics 
Upgraded from buick regals, 
Hope to get her more than cubics 
rubix cube, life is, like a puzzle, priceless 
Attach the pieces together and hope nobody strikes it 

Chorus: 

yuh, I lean and swerve on through 
ridin in this regal with the curb on two 
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof 
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you 

Verse II: 

yuh, when you look into the future 
And you wanna provide them bright skies 
But you just aint what you use to 
Think you would be 
By taking the path provided by them boosters 
When I stopped dribbling that ball up court 
I guess I became so useless 
Fellowship with them foreign pigments became conducive 
For a dream so elusive 
My findings were in conclusive 
I could never complete the course 
Exclusivity through my schoolage 
Shout out to whitefield academy 
And all the reasons you do this 
I thank God I wasn’t protetected from all this foolishness 
Subjected to this fire that made me sharper that ryu kicks 
All you can get side swiped by thy mic 
Five stones in my pocket, Shepparded from father’s plight 
Chorus: 

Yuh, I lean and swerve on through 
Ridin in this regal with the curb on two 
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof 
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you 

Verse III: 

I’m in the ville now, its real now 
Look out the window view 
But I escape it everyday, when I head off to KSU 
I can afford to, but they can’t 
Whats on my mind, vacate 
The journey from front door to your car 
May catch a stray 
You think I’m lyin, 
Twitter feed filled with status of sirens 
Cops knockin on my door everyday 
And I respond with silence 
And a day just aint a day without no type of various violence 
Very surprising to most of you 
Who never thought I could be in this climate 
Thinkin bout raisin the crime rate 
They say I’m too smart 
To be in this mind state, so irate 
But bitch I got heart, have you none 
Did these white standards set you apart 
From the nigga you long for in the dark 
Me as a man, and I got plans, I just want ya support 
So I can place you on that pedestal daily 
Love you for the you that you are 
Beautiful sparks, my remarks, my regards, my depart 
Will never happen, my life is planned with you in my arms 
So never let em divide us, we regal ridin slow motion when its hard 

Chorus: 

Yuh, I lean and swerve on through 
Ridin in this regal with the curb on two 
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof 
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you

(Source: notiq.com)

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