Lyrics:
come to be
Yeah, All In Good Time
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
On Sentences from Larry Fisherman
Delusional Thomas came with bars from a different land
The Rap Diablo did it all and gave us Faces
Turned around and dropped
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
even when things were rough
Seven deadly exes, it's a heck of a rush
Threatened every second, I'm confessing my love
To this heaven I was blessed with,
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we
Viktor, any ideas? We came, we came
We came, we came, we came
We came, we came (Ten feet, nigga)
We came, we came, we came
DOOM, what you think
[Chorus - 2X]
[Layzie Bone]
What you thought a nigga'd be up and gone
Fly by night, no longer Bone, strictly hype
Nigga better think twice
cause all
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat
For a disguise, east side niggas is back
Ain't heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won't leave by
in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year two-thousand, keep bouncin
T-Minus, thirty seconds
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
broke the barriers
So fuck all y'all, praise Allah
It's my perog' like Bobby bruh
Massages by Nautia
In my castle like Mario
I get in shit, my heart
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
home
Since one o'clock in the morning
I've been waking up every hour or so, looking at the CNN TV glow
Came home, opened my email
My friend Kevin
building
And now I'm sitting building on my own
Creating my business
Doing all of this music
Fuck whoever doubted
I was surrounded By Judas
My friends
Blessed is the seven cause the seven represents
All alone from His throne
To the earth gave up His home
Virgin born chromosome
Came for His own shalom
Its
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
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