Lyrics:
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
throat, feel this Rollie on your lips
(Ain't that some shit?) Didn't I tell you you should watch your mouth, bitch?
(Verse 2: J-Zone)
You the type to spell
the sanguine
Heading to that point has to feel
Salute the sanguine
Ferociously beautiful, you are
Love your lips move
But I can't hear you sing
In my
I been molded by the same Clay as Cassius baby
And I'll be the greatest even when I'm in the casket baby
Verse 1
A lot of bad decisions
A lot
The lake of dead black children that America created
Is getting fuller than the founding Fathers even wanted
The ghost of great America was
- the leader of perverted things
She stands there with leatherclothes
Besides the throne of the night
Her hair is black and red lips
A whiplash in
doesn't need no-one
She drives into town in her old tray back
Down thirty miles of dusty track
And still she wears thatmold black veil
Lips so red and skin
Bitin' my style
I's gonna take a lot more
Than some dirty ass rhymes, child
Gear always phenom
Been told my styles the bomb
Shirts by Benetton
Denim-Dolce
Why these whack ass niggas all ahead of me
There's fuckin' virgin lips
No I ain't suck a dick
I slurp a bloody pussy before I be making facts
Bite
today.. today
So I'm going to tear down the sky
and all the dull stars tonight
So I can stay hidden and live in the black.
I hate being famous for my hits
stars with peaks
We fought beasts
We caught food for the feast
And we walked two abreast to receive the bound wheat
The grass was
Black and strange
TOO LATE TO DIE YOUNG
I wanna be James Dean with insolent lips
Black leather jacket and a swagger to my hips
I wanna crash head one, but it’s too
Wiz
Let it lock and the pot get did
Pretty girl put filler in her lip
I'ma stay with the gang, gorillas in the Miz (uh)
EXP cigarillo (skat)
This
right hand and drawn
I'm maleficent I'll drop a curse on them all
Please don't try me, nigga don't try me
Hush your lips, your better not likely
Most
look?
Hit him with a left and then I shot him with the right hook
I'm with Louie 'round Stockton, right by Cook
Fed up 'cause niggas really jeffin', I
burning lips, talks bout Lovecraft
Was I sober? I don't think so
I paid the bill and snuffed the cigarette
As it was slowly smouldering in my hand
Curled up
My sewn up lips
By your black fingertips
Cold entwined and evermore
Openings and closings
Something you can't, ever find
Vivid pumpkins grin in
That's gotta be it
We got it, Harlem we're coming home
Harlem we have recovered the black box
Slow down, ease into it
For the record, it's Charles
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
When I see you fate I see myself in you
Looking for someone better than you never knew
By myself I can do better and I know
That I've cried too
matter if you can't tell the stars from the streetlights
Lying on your back by the sewer grate
Kisses on your face from the neon rain, there's no pain
attributes
Like lace and lips and high-heeled boots
But dearie, you're just no good at.. as a thief".
She said, "mister, how do you know that I'm failin'?
by side in our dressing gowns
And waited for the sundown
To embrace the blue lit town.
She became my black leach,
Sucking all my energy.
She
virtue in being afraid to stand
But I saw the black coats forming lines
They hit our beaches running
We're on our knees but not to pray
You're
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