Lyrics:
the cold while
She walk through the hood break it down
Now it's xannies on the dance floor
Waking up, got evicted by the landlord
Take no shit
She believe in
Let it burn let it burn to ashes
Put 'em in a urn, when I burn the casket
Gettin' scorned with my burning magic
Jack O Lantern
Feel it burn like
Id never seen that letter
That I found there in her room
Theyre sellin the farm on the courthouse step
This Saturday afternoon
Me and Jack moved
Something's wrong with Jack
Something's wrong with Jack
Don't know if we're ever gonna get him back
He's all alone up there, locked away inside
Never
with the hands
(John) By the best bass players in the land
(Alvin) When the bass starts thumpin' sho 'nuff hits the spot
(Rhonda) And I hope it never
fuckin' thing I do I'll
Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga
Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the U-S
be with you
Every single time I turn away
You say "that's it! I'm never coming back till you say your sorry"
28 days til I see you
I know it seems
But I never listen, I know my vision and never could see
And truthfully, I wasn't even supposed to make it this far (ayy)
Or take it this far
I know
niggas trippin
It's an everyday livin
Look uh if heaven was a ghetto then maybe I would let go of my past
Rushin down my brain when I said so never let
a lifestyle not a hobby
Know ima problem
But who gon stop me
Nobody
Bitch if yu riding
Get beside me
Blowing on dis killa dis dat Og Bobby Johnson
Been wiling
Deep in the town of Dinglydell
There's a man by the name of Bill Wimblybee
Across the street is Nanci, it's the woman of his fancy
She spells her
I don't know why this world keep turning (yes man)
Round and round
(As the world turns we all experience things in life)
But I wish it would stop
domestic
Consider me
Cupped by the balls
Hunted by the law
Maybe it's the gaw
My names Jack
It's a fact
Some of you
Will get it
From my name
Others need
a b*tch nigga know now
Trouble is solvable
I'm swingin' my sword they all choppable
On a mission it's never impossible
Ya ll lyin' ‘em listeners gullible
to Rest In Peace
Or I’m laying in the hills out in Beverly
Written by William Johnson
wrong
Damn we so perfect together
Thought we was forever guess we end
By the end of the song
At times it's hard being wrong
But I was never in the wrong
Never makin it past the blinds
I was slighted by porch lights
Curtailed them for fair assumption
Distractions not welcome
Least to the lonesome
Least
countdown
Zack Berry it's now your time
To get murdered by my rhymes
Murderous flows going over your head
You are too friendly act like Ned
Can we talk about
I know you use too messing wit them boys but you fucking wit a man baby
I’m just tryna please you
Never been sporadic
Girl I got a game plan for ya
with the karma
Charmer, and I would never harm her
Cabana, dissecting a sesh with a Rasta
Smarter, yes I bring the energy harder
Darker, messing with
some of you like it
And some of you love it
But none of you want it like me
Counting the hos by the dozen
You fuck on your cousin
I know that you flock
balling on the top like the fuckin MVP
Rhymes like easy E
I'm never gon stop till I reach my Victory
Father Son Spirit the holy Trinity who I pray to i know
looking clear
why I wanna be a hero so bad
That'd I'd risk my whole life in fear
That I'd never fit inside a pair
Of shoes
I know I'd prolly never wear
As everybody passed her by, he's the only one who waited
And she never blamed herself for trying
And what's the difference anyway, Indifferent is the only way
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