Lyrics:
In the city of eternal war
Some fought with no sword or gun
In the city of eternal war oh lord
Nineteen and thirty-one
They built those big ships
illusions slipped away
No man to answer the call
My past, my future, my fault
Call and answer
You said you ran out of time
Call and answer
You thought you’d
dumb it down
Young kings bout to show out in our town
Young queens bout to show out in our town
Missed z’s in my view no I won't drown
Any time any day,
sea-side town
I guess you could say I spent a fair share of my time here
Watchin' grey clouds disappear..Johnny and Ray...and no day is ever
Different than
with me
Sheeple (sheeple)
Keep it transparent, y'all see-through
Help me out
Mama used to bump Grizzy, no Beatles
Big man tried to get a seat from
fuck with niggas
I grew up with niggas, but I don't trust them niggas
So when it's beef, I keep a 80 by my belt
'Cause last time I left the home, I
stay down on Earth
We can watch the stars and let land speed first
And I'll say it a thousand times, girl
I do it all for you, you
I do it all
I come from the great city of Lowell.
I got the Boott Mill Flavor kickin' in my soul.
From Arthur's Paradise Diner.
There ain't no breakfast
made through amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying 'cause I made it by the grace of the god
I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible
[Z-Ro]
Houston Texas is my city, Ridgemont 4 is my block
I put my trust in no man, only my motherfucking glock
Cause she ain't never let me down,
Now in these cynical times
Sterotypical minds
Got me falling from my pinnacle the minute I climb
Now these subliminal thoughts got individuals
the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm
Now in these cynical times
Stereotypical minds
Got me falling from my pinnacle the minute I climb
Now these subliminal thoughts got individuals
out)
The grind is real and no
One's lowered the price yet
Is thirty-two times ten and
I don't write cheques
Life-threatening moments move towards me
I
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
What ailes you
Little man?
Plague, gout
or desire?
No merry
the spleen now!
To much phlegm
lack of fire!
The tapping of the vein
sage to burn
by the federales in plain clothes
I couldn't make the money last but I did make loads
And I guess no one knows on these cold cold roads
That I lost
come on everybody by a show of hands
makes no never mind if you’re woman or man
how many times are you forced to stand alone
even birds and bees
creative
You're gonna need a saditive when you get tortured by this fucking native
My animosity for a female never quits
So I hang you to die - on two hooks
Down this path
Man in his garden
Knowing every single stone
In paradise alone
Bides his time
In innocent ways
Along with the birds
Playing games with
You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
It's the slowest corner known to man
Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
With
things that's dead wrong, uh
The flash is on this little light of mine, yeah
Uh, a picture's worth a thousand words, a video worth a million
But no
the dreams of the self-taught man
You warn the ladies not to be corrupted by their looks
But your voice comes out soft and slanted
And you're living off
To your fellow man (give it to love)
Just try (give it to love)
And do the, the best you can (give it to love)
Today (give it to love)
No matter where
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