Lyrics:
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her
care of me
Therefore nothing is scaring me, notice my dexterity
Balancing on ultra light beams, you see the glare in me
Challenged by the angels
Pick and peel; buy a drill; chip away
Scream, push, weak yet? Scared?
Locked outside? Will you cry?
Will you wait, open arms for your angel?
I tug
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
(Oh my god I'm gonna miss my cue)
It's the same old, day old, wake up, feel cold
Somethin' in me thought that by this time I'd be a miracle
Find
to bleed
I need to set these demons free
Alive since 95 I learned to write by 99
A youth writing lyrics I was spitting by 05
30 albums were released when I
and I mean that there
And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah
Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
is spinning round
(What?) and angels asking if I'll
Be coming down (Familiar)
But I don't know if I wanna do that (Why?)
Because up on this planet is
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard
I don need help, made by myself
Shorty want shoes that are not for resale (uh-huh)
Handbag Chanel, used as a spell (spell)
Dior savage girl u know
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
to 'em
If it's true the medium is the message like Marshall McLuhan
Said, and I assume it is, then I'd be some kind of angel
Elevated, illuminated from
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