Lyrics:
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play
Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on don't jeopardize
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak
breezes
And stronger than the wild oak tree
That's how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly
Oh, my love, you are my heaven
You are my kingdom, you
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
"Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than Ever"
Like I was fucking trash
But I could be better than my older self
[Chorus: PSC]
What would you do if we put it all together
In the form of living legends
On an album all together?
Would you buy it? Would you try
Live the wild and crazy life I wouldn't change it if I could
Been hard at times like some old oak wood
Trying to make my life better but still up to no
white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
me out of West Oak Lane
Then I got a nine to five gig as a baler
My fuckin arms looking like a spinach eating sailor
I said fuck that man I'll see
and kicked me out of West Oak Lane
Then I got a nine to five gig as a baler
My fuckin arms looking like a spinach eating sailor
I said fuck that man I'll see
sent by God, the devil was sent by God
How do you think you got here? Add up all those odds
I know the right controls, all the cheat codes
I got a few
To chasing backwoods freestyle
Then savagely wrote
Its a jackpine denial
All to finish all up with a seasoned oak
One year four albums was all it took
Lush green parks and the big brown oaks
I used to think this dream was a joke
Cus my hope got burned when I got too close to the goal
Maybe I'm an old
this
Back
Till the beginning
Hell I was 16
I was one of the three
Oak Cliff Kings
The year was 2000 and three
My label for always and ever
Kings E.N.T
them all by surprise
Refused to be denied yea I'm still that guy
I still got love for the homies, graveyard or the penn
Man I ain't never gonna change
slang
The streets of West Oak Lane, laced me up wit so much game
Describe Side, you can try, but its tough
Cause when you done you still feel like you
albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay
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