Lyrics:
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
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
I'd like to show you where it is
But then it wouldn't even mean a thing
Nothin' is easy, baby, just please me
Who knows what tomorrow may bring
I only like David Lynch
David Lynch I gotta know
Are you gonna film again
Give us Wisteria
One last win
I loved what you did in The Fabelmans
But I
their sleep
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
And we all know that what you sow, you shall reap
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
blade 21
Got them things inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one, like
What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like
What's
Peter Parker AKA Coat Hanga Strangla
They may pray Brotha Lynch is hangin her
After shes dead Lynch Hung is bangin guts (STRANGE!)
Aint no tamin us, we
know when they run up I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see,
Pop pop let 'em drop
Mo Thug them niggas is nothin' but killers
We creepin'
not a game
The steel cold if I unload the pistol
May His soul be witchu
I know BARS who you wanna be Ars'
That's why you stole those initials
Fuck who
a ghetto is quite a routine
And last night was just another distraction
Or a reaction of what we consider madness
I know exactly what happened
You ran
been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
about nothing else
I be feeling weird when I'm not by myself
Shorty you just here, don't get too comfortable
Commitment what I fear, I can't be under you
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now I see
That you've drifted away?
What a surprise...
What
No to morrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow
It's the sign of the End
Live like there's no be tomorrow
Cuz you never know what tomorrow may bring
Come
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
all the time
God is with me all the time
And I know (He watches me through the night)
I don't have to worry
What tomorrow may bring
God is with me all
to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can
If there was no water, what would people drink?
Who'd flush away the you-know-what? But of course MINE never stink.
What about the children? Who
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