Lyrics:
miserable saw the plant
fly by my name is try to deny magnificent doom craft my records so built and ima show
you why this globe tilts
take me where
they your people I'm still taxing
Riding round the city two cubans oh i'm up now
Stupid this is not the same watch this one a bust down
Cruising in that
(Dreamz!)
What? African Mic Check, yes, look, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I grind like a chainsaw
Autocratic leadership, my mind take no days off
I saw signs
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a
19th century civil war sword
Once owned by John Booth
Who misplaced his script
When he caught
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
since
She was killed by a John
Then the third girl, she was obsessed With gold, so when she grew old the Emperor took
Her soul
The cat lady, I looked
We Will Meet Again Someday
by
John Malayter
One day as I was walking down a lonely lonely road
There I saw before me a young
obscured by the city
The towers of glass reflected your coming
Silhouetted on the sunrise
Did I blink as I watched? Did I close my eyes?
I was not
Section eight was his father
But he was raised by his momma
She taught him how to be stronger
Work smart not harder
Always rise above the drama
Go to school
above I saw you climb
Higher and higher
Cry and see the angels fall
The city dies
Blood and thunder
Pierce through the cancer
Hear the hammer
Of truth
on a new horizon
City of gold
Everyone, they saw this comin' in
Come and it goes
Now I'm done illuminating
Come and it goes
We can watch the city fade from
on
Even when you get the lines wrong
Baby boy, you could run with me
We could paint these city streets
Every color of your daydreams
Remind the world that
rappers are ready for a real one
Call me Big Poppa like Biggie
From ATL, I rep my city
Where all of the hunnies are pretty
With faces full of the Fenty,
shit
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
It was an autumn day in ‘49 we lit out from Salt Lake City
Seeking a new life and a claim of gold
But the brutal heart of the desert ain't no place
within such misery
We'd seen a light we'd never seen all crowned with gold
Through morning mist with tears of ice see her coming down
All upon our
Well I saw a crowd a-gathered
Must've been somebody shot
Reporters scribbled shorthand
And photographed the spot
I moved in a little closer
But
I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
on the contract, it's like 1-2-3 Contact
Kick
remember I woke to the sound of a copter, louder than they usually make
That's the first time I saw how propellers move grass and create these ripples
a city
Where the streets aren't made of gold; they're growing green
And the kind will know my name
And we'll remember all the days
I felt that Garden City
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
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