Lyrics:
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
it's a war song
(But it's a war song)
They said its Jesus Christ
It's a lie
(They are ammotia prophets)
It sounds like love song
(When they prophesy in
ld pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob I,
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting
No use permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way your table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom?
To wipe every smile away
Life
Well I met a gypsy queen and she had sunkissed skin
And she talked to me 'bout zodiac signs and
Making sense of the present tense
She was like coming
Never Wrote a Love Song
And all the promises I made. And all the wounds that will not heal.
All the mercy's I was shown, all the nights I slept
and a cackle
Spit the wine that he gargled
At the meek
As some whore of Babylon
Entranced in a song
Plays for an arena
Of zombies
A tattered prophet on a stage
horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away
Life is
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
chakras
Like a modern
Day prophet
Used to run up in your pockets
Now I make my own profit
I had to flip my crooked ways
When my days got dark
Pill popping
"When I Saw His Light" is one of my favorite songs on my upcoming album "The Sun of Guidance". Here is the story of how it came about.
I heard one
chances of beating me zero okay
This is supposed to be the beat for foot two but I don't feel like making foot two so
I'm just gonna whistle until the song
kill our prophets
While we stand asidе and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs
to nourish the children, the monsters that consume them starve
So MacArthur Park is generally considered by experts to be the worst song ever
While it's bad,
my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I
horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret,
I will find muse of different style of hip hop
Smooth like a wise words spoken from a prophet
Rough like a slave trying to get away
See I combine,
the bushes you betta speak out or I'ma let
my shotgun song sing out
[Thug Queen]
Who is this? Hope this ain't the law
Jumped out the bushes with my sawed off
my zone
I just need a queen, my Nia Long
Keep it looping
She says this her favourite song
I been in the gym
I won't leave till I'm Madiba strong
We
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
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