Lyrics:
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
you ain't gotta question
Or better yet second guess anything that I might say
You see not a single syllable is out of place
I rock a venue, people
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
rock rock
Do the pretty girl rock
(Now where you at)
If you're looking for me you can catch me (pass by)
Cameras flashing
Bet he turn his head
And where's the connection inside of the park
It's so colossal, I think it's a shark
I put the I and the F and the heart
Put those together, I know you could
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How
7:Eleven
Verse1:
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
7: Eleven
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
I'm
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
all in together now
Got played, got fresh, up-
The world was bugging off this Wu-Tang nigga on the rock
That was just another spot
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Together we'll make harmony
Together we may dance differently but it's all good
I'm easily inspired by the people surrounding me
But still I take pride
Yo fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, living irrelevant
The most benevolent king,
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
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