Lyrics:
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
time for dating
My girls in the past like they made to be with Satan
But this one here looking like the angel that been waiting, real...feel me
Things
of terror and endless bloodshed
Pity was not spared for no man woman child or rapper
And believe
For his rap was felt by everyone
And this time when
throbbing in my noggin
I'm responsible for slaughter
Got the rap game by the collar
Ain't ashamed about it
I know some irishmen that's painting houses
I
always want more time
More time to fuck you cold back in your nuts
You get more time time's over huh
That's not run by us that's run by the universe
Yo
to ride the wave
Surfs up, Neptune in the ocean
I want to ride the wave
Surfs up, Neptune in the ocean
Big Wills keep on turning
Just like proud Mary keep
the hardest times,
Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
So these are lyrics for my people,
Livin' on the streets who,
Know
yeah, we slide
My codefendant said he can't take no time
Said call the police like Mary J. Blige
The federales picked him up, this ain't no state
look, take another pull
Take another pour, take another pull
Before you take a ride
Heir to an open barstool, right there's one by "Mary the Fool"
Mary
I need a charger to keep me going
Sometimes Superman needs to be saved although he's heroic
Been in this boat for too long and man I'm tired
And we will run a Hail Mary
To the bitter end
We really need to feel it
When we’ve been forgiven
Will we get back to what we believed in such a long time
Had to drop my price soon or id be stuck in the mud
At the the time ya boy was broke so everything was a front
So I took a couple L's turned em all into
little Mary - How I’ve loved you from the very first day This life is just a freak show That’s how I met you just by chance at the county fair Your
for this
I mean we want it already and we just stepped on the pitch
By the time the whistle blows, they'll be singing my shit
South african broke boy
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
In time slid you the rebate
I'm home grown
My kitchen fish fry
Plus mamas cheesecake
After all I could stomach
My pockets needed a free day
Fees take
expressly implied
Before you say good bye
Know of everything in my life
You’re by far the best, my sweet Mary Beth
slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
of Juarez
In his low-cut El Dorado
Divine command and oil slick hands
With brash and bold bravado
Mother Mary said, "Your time has come
For the river's
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
going on
when we politically blind,
can't see the signs of endangered times?
What's going on?
Nelly Furtado:
Oh, oh, tell me
what's goin' on in the world
have thought that his own body had died
When the heavenly host appeared up in the skies
Legion on high fly side by side
They could harmonize on notes
My baby's out there with his lantern
Searching for an honest man
Oh, it's crisis time
Stuck in the suburbs
Dying on the vine
He knows how
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