Lyrics:
thanks for the Winter
No bitterness
Back to my peaceful centre
Learnt this all trial and error
No coach no wise old mentor
No time ice queen agenda
No
A Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow
The fates and faith of the dead
Sometimes falling softly like winter's snow
Sometimes falling ice so hard with
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
hooks you
Should call me kareem
And ain't no fiasco when I tell you I beam
You got a juicy flow? now
You know that's a dream
Like my mom and my pops
How you bring me up
Then you bring me down
All this talk, gotta stand my ground
I be too lit off these cookies
I don't want no keys
Told the uber,
Yeah Profit Gang till the death
You know that we'll get through it this will pass too
Seen bullets flyin drive by shooters tryina pass through
From
unhappiness
Dead-end street
There's no way out from my unhappiness
I don't know when this winter will end
It will take some time for my soul to mend
But pain
unhappiness
Dead-end street
There's no way out from my unhappiness
I don't know when this winter will end
It will take some time for my soul to mend
But pain
folks be digging this
Devon, Pimpy Gear, Max Queezthis
Gorilla, Scarp Down, no conscience
In this occupation you can't be generous
Me and my fellas
The best spring of our both lives
The greatest fall we’ve ever had
Shiniest summer, longest rides
Why does our winter feel so dead?
Our winter
my light in the dead of the night
I pray to all gods just to be by your side
(and as it says in a great many songs)
Can't you see you are the air I
ME CONSUMED BY RAGE
BLOODCLAAT YUH MUSS DEAD
DAAWWGG!!
NO LONG CHAT
EVERY MEANS AN WAYS
A DEATH WI KNW THAT
DAAWWGG
AAAHHH
VERSE: GUN'S LOAD
WE
massacres
Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month
Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
Five burned with tyres
Six men still inside
And seven more
of the maimed
Given life through dark arts
They follow us with no heart
Instill a primal fear in those of light
Cannot run, they turn to fight
A winter storm
my clothes is pricey
In Louis Vuittons, no Nike's
I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
(Snitchin' equals dead bodies)
Nigga
& ooohs
Don't got bitch in blood
Ain't no scaring me straight
Step like gorillas
I'm bathing in ape
They smoking weak
While we puffin strong
My family
Or expectations
I met my aborted son in a dream he was 13
I awoke to name my daughter on a mid winters eve
Lucid dreaming, genocide and grieving
Seeing is
to join their fight
Fight on! Fight on! Fight on! Fight on!
Army of the dead
Ride on! Ride on! Ride on! Ride on!
Shows no mercy
Fight on! Fight on!
shooter what the fuck you mean you missed
If the bitch don't come up dead
Then it's gone be 2 dead nikkas
Ain't no picks when that camera flash we snap
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
Why don't you do me a favor (What?)
marvel slow
Crack 13 locks on a dead miners heart instructions read drag two back to justice
By their throats
And leave out door six
What sets the killer
good, by summer, we was a thing
Fall comes around, now she don't want me around
And by the time that winter comes, she still won't make a sound
In all
Intro:
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in
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