Lyrics:
a blood sport
Like a gladiator, throwing you a sword in the arena
Bouta have you out there dancing like a fuckin ballerina
And when they see you they going
're sitting with a wet sponge
Now ring the dinner bell
For Briyani and frikadelle
Brain food is needed feed the townships and the prison cells
I'm telling my
shit is gin for yen
This shit is win for win
Kin for kin
Spin for spin
And fucking evolving
So when they tell you to sit down
Let's go
I've been in my
gravity zero stroll
This "just the way that that goes"
Take a stand in that phat pose
Want a golden flow?
I stack those
Jacket fat like a space suit
Cap
I been down more than a n*gga falling in his dreams
Had hand to hand connects with n*ggas that inna league
I beat my demons in the ring too, they
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
golden ring
That made you want to live out
All those songs you sang
(Turn Around)
(Verse 2)
I left work and cried the day
When I heard that you were
little golden rings
So when they parted (they said)
We'll be all right
Warmed by the memory
Of a fire that burned too bright
Well there's a fire that
stomping shaking and we breaking bones
When you enter the nine yeah they taking phones
Better have ya kitty they ain't making loans
If they ain't know ima
at the local Taco Bell so they
Haze you Mace you Take all your cash
Just so you can have silly figures sewed on your sash
Splashed across the dash in capital
when it
Comes to wrestling ability - Ted Di Biase
They do interviews
Veins bulging out the neck
Mock outrage? Or is they really vexed?
Anybody's guess
Fuck being nice, I'm just trying to be nice
Yes, Jade, I'm out here, back to fucking me
This is the Legion
Not this place, you don't know my name
By
own story to statement
Look at how they portray us like peasants I can see through your shit like pigment
When they're getting killed and we're feeling
sickly
Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly
I move bravely, travellin' on a horse
On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost
Of those who plotted
have the same old school house? Do they ring the same old bell? I wonder if old Gus still runs the jitney bus. Is there a new hotel?
Yes, I'll go back
stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringin' bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got
onto me
Do you remember our night by the creek
When the cascades they fell and the church bells as well
Just rang out so soft and slow
You were famously
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
or the kickdrum sound
I be meetin' you, defeatin' you and beatin' you down
My name rings bells and make rappers petrol
God help you, kid, when I get upset, yo
fire
I'm the Dominican the one that they desire
Everything I do they wanna do too
When they fail they just be like boo hoo
By the age of 30 I know I'll
and the men
They hover to the doorways and the windows
Some hop on board, some wave farewell
Or weep at the beauty of the crossing bell
But we all shall
Achilles Last Stand
(Page/Plant)
It was an April morning when they told us we should go
As I turn to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no?
hands are smothered in clusters of rings
She's got little trinkets, a little dog with a bell
That ping, ping, ping, ping, stinks
Witch, she's a witch
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