Lyrics:
First your anger then take your mind
I use it all and I leave nothing behind
I am the first last and only son
And your submission is the way to get
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
to be the happiest man alive
Thankful to the big guy in the sky, you survived
All praises to the most High
When I heard your first cry the first time,
see the love, I'ma stay alive
Truthfully, I ain't trust shit, since y'all took Nip
I'm thankful for all these messages that I took in
Ownership is
head firm
My goodness good morning
You're still an apprentice
Every generation of MC f**k with me so ill by consensus
You see what I speak you
My son was grown my dog had a bone
For a long time my soul had been M.I.A
All I knew was there was only one place to go
So I packed my bags and flew
Alaska
Music by: Andrew Winn
Lyrics by: Andrew Winn
Appears on: Seed
Welcome to the world of the northern hemisphere
Greet the winds of this
that I'm bringing
But fuck what you talk
Guerilla niggas perfect with aiming
I'm bout to lean on the market
Trying to leave me for dead
Cause all that
a nigga draped in all L, know that I am next
You never get that, just sit back
You know when I'm in denim supply, niggas feelin' so alive
Or at the crap
There was nowhere to sleep, so he wandered the night
Saw the wreckage of life to which we’ve been led
And all of the factories that had ground
hoping for heaven I'm openly counting blessings, yeah
Everybody's got to die some day, we all gotta go
If you truly love someone while they're alive let
a nasty person
Down along the left bank, minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot, when all I wanted
I ain't crying, though it's a lot of spilt milk
cnd they ain't lying when you switch ilks there's survivors guilt.
Covered by the blood and had
to believe, you can turn the page again
You lose your hope here, one by one
Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run
You are not perfect at anything,
attitude
Cause I'm use to beefing
They'll never take me alive
The reason for no sleeping
So when a nigga come after me
I'ma hit him where it hurt
I'll let
witnessed the fall of mankind
The man in the moon
A new dimension of words
Written by my wife and son
Deep at night you´re not alone
Where are they now
Divine mysteries up close
I can't say that I'm feeling that much at all
Twenty seven years old
I am discussed with desire by the guys who conspire
of salutary memes
Our heads are pregnant with divine mechanics but, oh, how we're tyrannized
By tentacles of their ferine stupidity and it's all so
I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He's looks like Chewie Baba Booey Baba Booey and a Hong Kong Phooey all in one
To put it mild your
Bring back the lyricists
Heart heavy enough to kill this shit (Bang!)
Words slurred I swerve and wrote slow
I wreck mics so much I'm covered by Geico
bitter, nigga this shit ain't over
As long as he's alive, the pain remains forever
Son of playa, but i'm far from a failure
Can't even lie the lack of love
Here we Go!
Time to get it in, get it in, get it out
Let it go from your fingertips let it just drop
All this anxiety yeah it's got to stop
Got
the day
When Jesus came
And You took away all my sin and shame
And You made us right again
You came from God above
The Father's only Son
Saved my soul
Made
phone alone
You know all them bitches fake...
On your downfall, they anticipate
That shit's on a regular
So you know I gotta regulate
Niggas like me
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