Lyrics:
Forgotten but not gone
Soup god's final form
Towers over all you
It's time
Spit fire I'm 'bout to look like a demon
Shit was so hot that my ice
hands were raised.
Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class
They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass
me to your home, let me see into your bowl
You wish to be a soup god yet your soupmanship is poor, but you
See the man in front, licked his eyes, came
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
The kind of deals that make you want to boogie
I hop onto soup hub, look for something different
Photos looking good but I ain't here for Pinterest
the wall
Here I call out; let it all out
With or without you, I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh
[Black Rob]
Yo, you want hot soup?
I
blind you
They're new everyday, old as the fall
The fall
And I was born in the mess of it all
Every day, every way, every
Every cheap imitation
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd
snows
Oh God! How I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay
seemed to heavy and heavier grow.
But on I went, though the dogs were spent
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
LAS LAS WE GO MAKE AM O, BUT MY GUY NO GO LOOSE GUARD O
CUS IF U LOOSE GUARD
U GO LOOSE GLORY
HOWOLABI
INTRO: I was born with a destined head
But the pins were driven down into her face
"God damn you, still trying
To destroy your beauty, Eh?"
"No, it's the fad, you fool"
"You're crazy"
"I've
going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,
make it through the day
To put some food on our plates
It's not a beautiful state
I swear to god
I might lose it today...
Change up
Up in New York
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
for them on Christmas Eve
They hung young Cain from the Adam trees
And danced uh oh
While you were sleeping I tossed and I turned too
I closed my
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for
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