Taste Of Power [Album]

all i ever really wanted was a peace of mind (thats all), _____instead i settled for a four and a half, tryin to increase it to a nine (dumb ass) Across the street a fiend sleep in the grass, she so skinny i can see her spine (damn), a dirty t shirt that says be kind, please rewind (remember that) ____But that aint how time work (nah)how my mind work, money tight, learn how to make these dimes squirt (splash on em) inside that pussy wit my penis is how this nine jerk (bussin), take it how you take it, as long as u respect my mind first (respect my mind) Because I’M GETTIN OLDER NOOOOOW, f*ck a fist (f*ck a fist) I NEED THE WORLD’S GUNS TO HOLD IT DOWWWWWN…….(nato shit) ____stripes on my shoulder like i’m colin powwwwwell (salute), off general principle, my shit goin blaaaaawww (blaw) for any of my soldiers back when we was rooollin out (roll out), we transform like decepts, and kept the lo in piles (2L’s up) back when chicks would read you and just close ya FIIIIIILE, but they couldn’t wait to eat u if u smoked em out Hook: Another day, another dollar’s, just another plate devoured when u want the taste of power (and we hungry nigga) Another drink, another bottle, pour up another shot cause we not promised tomorrow (pour another one) Another play, another problem, its so many ways to solve em, but its one way from the bottom (the only way is up) Another team, another promise, another scheme for commas just another dream accomplished Verse 2 all i ever really wanted was to heal nigga (thats all), i never been concerned with earnin ya approval as a real nigga, (who the f*ck is u) cause under the right circumstances i’ll still steal nigga (i’ll still steal), and under the wrong circumstances i will steal niggas (CLAP) Listen we aint the same (we aint the same), u ain’t gotta know what i been thru, its ok to be different (its ok) go be muslim, go be hindu (be all YOU can be) Demons feed on hate, the savages cant come wit u (they aint ready), We can’t eat off the same plate, so i’m grabbin another menu (gimme another table) A strong team is all i wanted (90’s Bulls) so i tried to GM it, but all i built was a headache and tylenol couldn’t PM it (pass the weed) Ate from dirty spoons and a bowl with only hope to pour in it (no silver spoons) Amongst goons layered in gold like the pharoahs of kemet (shining) i got comfortable round the mobsters, dealin cocaine and broads (felt at home(, even got some knowledge from killers who’s last name was Allah (rest in peace god) i’m like them old philosophers (how), my wisdom came from the gods. Like them old astrologers, my vision aim for the stars, Hook: Another day, another dollar’s, just another plate devoured when u want the taste of power Another play, another problem, its so many ways to solve em, but its just one way from the bottom Another drink, another bottle, pour up another shot cause we not promised tomorrow Another team, another promise, another scheme for commas just another dream accomplished