Lyrics:
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
sixteen bars:
Number one is for my family
Second for my sister
And the third for my granny
Four for my cousins, went
Five for my brothers, and
Six, seven
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l'été
hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seeking what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
was a writer too, I figure I'm in my lane
‘Round 8 or 7 I fell in love with rap sh**
cll I really needed was 86 hours of practice
I'm lying, more like
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
yours sounds all the same
You listen to One Direction, when I'd rather listen to Descendents
You've got albums by Taylor Swift, I'm Bikini Kill and Limp
per second makes a huge difference. compared it to a humming fridge
7. elephants trunk, first roar, second roar sounded a lot closer, there was a huge
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
wouldn't be able
Cause I'm the man with the hand that rocked the cradle, uhh
A lot of punk for the chunk baby that's a bet
Album number seven and we still
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
make me feel confined
Always fuckin' stuck behind
What I invisioned in my mind
Damn
Why does it feel like I'm second rate
Even though the shit I create
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
wytrych
Po to byś potem dotarł do całej płyty
Mój plan jest chytry bo na niej jest hardcore wiem
Nie puszczałoby go radio 66 6 fm
To nie kompromis to gwałt
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to love me, I'll be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double
enough
Hе was pump faking with his rocket that was lame at first
Seven triple doubles it was hard to bond with James at first
I'll show you how this agent
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