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lambspring CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
32.7 The Creek / Horse Friends Records presents:
lambspring CD
cd includes a booklet with photos & all lyrics!
raps by lulamoon
beats by djpuppycat
fuck yea nigga
luv u
Includes unlimited streaming of
lambspring
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Download available in 24-bit/44.1kHz.
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lyrics
[intro: sample]
(-the virginia slims girl is here)
this is not a game for me, or fun, this is something that i want to live
[verse 1]
i read yo tarot cards, it said you was a faggot
money spread: wheel of fortune, fool, and strength
ratchet on my waist
check the climate ‘fore i rhyme it
cracker finger pointed at the nigger tranny
hope you understand me
she gon squeeze, you reachin’ for her family
catch some hollows, you steppin wit some turning point rhetoric
i put my life on the line cause i even said the shit
i can’t just fall into line, thread of my life get snipped
felt like i took my first breath the first time i injected it
dont tell me this aint real
“by any means” on my heels
this just me no gems no frills
i’m a woman, i’m a father
they gon color code the collars
black or brown you at the bottom
classic facism
caste system
holla if you hit
dog, the car aint ever parked cause niggas always on a mission
dont let the shit they put in yr eyes hijack yo vision
comments botted, common knowledge but it plant in our subconscious
then another tree bear strange fruit, they claim we violent
i put action to prayer
you just makin’ wishes
need the love from my niggas
im perpetually distant
seein’ skinfolk aint kinship
but they killin us all
crackers sic you against us
while they bombin these children
with the money we give em
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so tell me, who the enemy?
you only woke bout shit that pertain to you that aint real to me
judeo-christian justification for killing empathy
harassed me, made him get back, don’t getcha shit cracked
6000 points getchu a big mac off the idf app
we all complicit while we sit back, i ain’t above that
i hope i live to see my son grown
they tryna snuff that
nigga it’s luna
[verse 2]
give her that service top on a sunday
semper fedelis
i’m boymodin’ on a runway
i tuck the beretta, so if you step it’s only one way
of clearin’ your head up
bread up, chillin’ with my beyonce
you charlie and erika
i ain’t poly, but fuck all y’all niggas
i grab the mic and grab my balls
you mallgrabbin’ while you shoppin’ at dillards
pawz up on the sp303
cctv caught me castin’ spells
i’m a healer
convert the agony into scrilla
ororo munroe mixed with bandit heeler
i’d finance with a dealer before a dealership
[outro: sample]
hopefully, god-willing, by 1988 i fully hope to become a full-fledged woman of the united states.
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