Lyrics:
Hop alive, it's just an intermission (yeah)
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin' paper
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real
found a woman who'd come here from Cuba
She gave him a son and a dream
They lived in a conch house somewhere on stock island
With the seven mile bridge
stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink
nigga that killed with ya, squealed with ya
I deal with ya like my son
Stare at the sun and you'll be lookin'
In my eyes homie stand for something
and the way you stare through my body
It's been a long time since the clocked ticked
It's been the wrong time, jealousy every second
I envy the way you stand
Six point six hours, thirty seconds
I'm not here to orchestrate I'm here to navigate you
Nah, navigating is when you're directin' the energy
Then
behind.
Listen up, but don't believe -
My truth is just a filthy lie.
Don't take another step,
Just keep your hands where I can see,
Don't come over here
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
The universe's entropy stands laughing by my deathbed
The world will hear my scream
Don't tell me you don't hear a thing
The universe's emptiness just stares then
just sit there in silence
The only way to avoid all the violence
Writing rhymes in my mind inspired by them
It's either that or stand up and fight them
goodness! And that was released the 6th of November 1989! Oh, here, have you just
noticed something... something a bit weird about that? Yeah, I don't know
way
But that stare like yours got me caught in a daze
Hence, why I'm here with you tryna conversate
You caught me off guard and I ain't even contemplate
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
ain't nice? gotta play it by ear
Low key we in high gear
Where we stand, see the sign, "don't try here"
Lie here or die here
Totally get it the vibe here
don't stop and stare
If I sell my jewelry and cut my hair
Still be here after y'all
Stand this all, I ain't had a chance to ball
So when you doubt me
and welcome to Hurlingham
Park. You join us just as the competitors are running out onto the
field on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
So here we are all alone now,
hold me close, tell me lies
this isn't home and this isn't right
not gonna stand here and wait for something I
much. No no.No no.
You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
pilgrimage out to the east I just touched down free to The Mecca
(NEW YORK STAND UP!)
I blow ya mind every time I rhyme in the booth
My flow is fire ignitin’
swear
Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
So every second the discontent's
ending here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind
understand by myself and that wasn't enough
A speech as I stand
Preach about this man
Standing on steps
Addiction he would bluff
Enough was enough
Changed my
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