Lyrics:
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
would act crazy
From hearing s-t you don't like, reacting like a baby
We all know nature isn't always hugs and daisies
So why be a giant d-k about it like
it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
One, two,
in the sky
Like you got abducted by something flying unidentified
I ain't looking for a when, I ain't tryna find a why
What's my long term goal?
to make a next week appearance
After all I did to make my dreams apparent
I think I really wanna leave this era nigga be careful what you wish for
Beware
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
this motherfuckin' game!
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
Place !
I Believe What She Has Said !
[Twin Spirit N. 32]
Genius, Please ! We're Not Sure !
All The Things She Said To You
May Not Be True
We Just Can't
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
Tryna make me a slave by making me go to work
For bottom dollar little hours to myself on my turf
Try change history but see serpents in the works
Funny
without giving you a gift
My hair will grow again
You don't care, will you
My hair grows very fast
It's Christmas, Jim. Let's be happy
You don't know what
resolution
To decide what we want we’ll see the evolution
Don’t be misled by institutions
It’s time for us to grow from being little children
Come on we got
fault at all. Nor is it his fault that he will die. He will die because he had the poor sense to be invented by me. He doesn't deserve to die. He is
experience.
See if you don't understand what I mean"
It was Fiesta.
Tropical moonlight.
It was, it was Fiesta
and he held me so tight.
I thought, I thought
walk, yeah
Red eye on that choppa
Killer peakin' when you see the demon
(Grr! Grr)
Shittin' on a Phantom like the reaper
Tear the team to pieces
town, tiny town, tiny town
And ev'ry little town, if you look around
Is a tiny town, tiny town, tiny town
Be careful my darlin'
What you say and do
Verse 1 (John Morgan):
Yeah, on the day we met, girl, you caught me by surprise
When you first spoke, I got lost in your ocean blue eyes
When we
where are you takin' me too huh America
Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry
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