Lyrics:
asyre
marduke sadden by his wound
he sleeps for
forty nights
the anu from the north come
then a messanger sends word
to the faye world
three days
a red light
Yellow hello hello hello woah
I say slow it down
I'm the spook who sat behind the door
I'm the spook who sat behind the door
Behind the door
you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my
Oh and all the wrong dudes take their bows
Stolen from those who actually push the plows
A father dreams his son will settle his scores And fathers
we celibate
So all that other shit that your talkin' is irrelevant
We don't dumb it down, we come around on that Ed Lover shit
C'mon on son, get
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
on and on and last long
Every time I hear this song, this song
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
Dangerous on the door, seen it all before
Coats
the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin
live life high
I'm guaranteed to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout
the door
Wish on 3 hail Mary's
I'm coming for your soul
Fuck the fame fuck the money
I need another body
This one too weak for my plan
It's dying on me
Like
It's a fact that I know that
The information that I'm purveying
By all these means is
Helping people sort out their lives
Thousands and thousands
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
scene
I took my recorder out and started filming the shit low budgetly
I knocked on the door
I heard her father yell cuz it was late
As soon as he opened
You thought I'd forgotten, right? It was a dream of my marriage day
Was it Freud, who said dreams are what we want the most, seeing by ourselves
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
And mothers with their babes
But no matter what he did, he could not explain
How a father and a son lived lives estranged
Then resentment set. It was indirect, and it went unchecked
a tree)
Rotating blades (vrm vrm)
Bring him to his feet
(Staring at you sipping my lager
I'm standing down the steet)
Care about my kin
I'm a father
what heavens like
Ponder what you seen
Did you sit with your father, asked what it all means
Why do the good die young
While the pain lives on
If you
the scriptures the mysteries of the heaven,
That is everything he talked about,
I’m working in believing,
I believe in the name of the son of the father,
The son
(Aye)
I would just pray and be thoughtful, try real hard not to run in front car
(Oo)
A couple years back had a break down harder that I ever did back in
The Father
Live by the spirit, tell the devil why bother
Jesus on the main line, number one caller
Ha, ha, ha, I'm giving Him praise
I'm lifting His name,
paisley, she lived 'bout three doors away
Her man was 'sposed to come home today
She started freakin' out and breakin' down and cryin'
She knew the man who
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