Lyrics:
ryhme was a course
Malik Shaeir would get a Michelin star
They get myopic with comparisons
You looking afar
Me I'm looking for sumn
That look like Hedy
A king here music world at my own feet
Dealing with the mainstream thank the lord daily
I'm sincere and I've been from the start
Ask Dyl (Dizzee Rascal),
Peron?
Goodnight and thank you
She won't be kept happy by her nights on the tiles
She says it's his body, but she's after his files
So get back
Tribe on the move
Indie tribe would like to thank
You for your purchase
Of this evening Ticket to the smoke signal
Please be safe on your exit
So thank god I haven't put my heart in you
Smoking weed won't make this better
At least I can sit
Complacently in my favorite sweater
As life moves by
limits
And don't bother protesting because nobody listens
Besides
All your solutions dissolve under scrutiny
And you can't stand a note of derision
Hamilton
Thanks Eminem, this for you
They say I can't rap about being dark no more
They never say I can't rap 'bout being Charles no more
Getting doped
it to the bank
I just wanna thank everybody for the role you played
I been rolling j's
Pearl it, light it, take it to the face
Now, I know fools with
fatties on there now so you should be fine.
I said ‘Thanks, I feel a lot better now'
Then I erased her number from my phone
I didn't know how much we'd
tempted by the devil, thank god that you are
sink down to my level , well now even you can be a star
sandman come to my baby here in the fire
hope
Tales From A Nomad In No Man’s Land
WRITTEN BY: TONY D. ANDERSON
While I was thinkin’ back to the 1980’s
About the drug war
Now they say we’ve
onike
Oh no e ma ro boya Jesu lo jin de
Won fe fimi gba star nishey loni kin rap
Ashey won'le gbori duro nibi ton ti ju bass
From that moment I knew I
without you by my side
In our house, In our town
I want to live beside you, Grow beside you
Want to be your old woman, with you, my old man
I want
Legendary id cabasa
Thanks for making me believe in myself
Ah seee
Mo ti nje idi malu eran kekere o ka mi mo
Ola mi ti de ibi rere lo ka mi mo
Ati
to the Lord,
All you of justice
Give God your praise!
Thank God on the harp,
With then-stringed lyre
Sing to the Lord.
Sing a new song to God
And loudly shout
to full fill my dream
I was raised by my family without a father figure
So I guess that means no daddy nation
Thanks for keeping up with me that was
the rafters
I'm going to crazy in 7 I'm feeling like Bron verse the Raptors
I can just look in your eyes by the faces you making I know you a natural actor
that I have given you. Lets start with your carrer. I'm the reason that your here. Without me they would fire you, no one else would hire you, I think
free
Right now, I'm on the grind
See you got yours, I gotta get mine
See the most high, gave me a sign
He said son, it's your time
I'm
eddy, I might owe you my life
Thanks for not arresting my dad
He had a carton of smokes stuffed up his shirt
Headed for the bottom but you caught him
unconditional but you had another plan
Damn, what a material world
(cround me, surrounded) by a bunch of material girls
That's the reason why I want it all
Big
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat,
weapons have disappeared
'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'
I was told by the golden Sphinx
From that time I am your servant
Thank you
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