Lyrics:
you three
Six feet deep...
Metaphorically, of course, ha!
'Cause I'm not tryna see the boydem force
Over gyal? It's not by force
But know man's still
to the motherland
To see what’s mine again
Be of service, land of dark faces
Split, colonized in fifty-three places
The greed went on 'til everything was gone
Wiped
We lived like kings
We owned the night
We were like three wise men
With a pocket full of zen
Blinded by the light
We lived like kings
Wo oh
We lived
Uh oh, here I go again
You would think by now that I would learn my lesson
I tell myself every time I won't go playing with fire
But man, the thrill
two-faced, I can name twenty-three
My layers, all these sides
Could you stick by for the ride?
It's a thrill, and I don't even know how to feel
It might
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
1998
Baby, baby
Born in that 6th month, I rock the mic like Plymouth
Since the first day that I was born, they were sure
I was destiny's child
I was
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You was born with a unique skill
cll is gone with your stupid skin
You was raised by pride and fear, don't be false and just be yourself
Huge boat
you now
You'd like to be in my shoes
Wouldn't you now
Wouldn't you now
III. Mommy Comes Back
A baby was born in a small town yesterday
He's
could get any nigga maxed out
So I'm up early in the morning, eyes open wide
Up early in the morning, take a peak outside
Yea early in the Marley, 3 Birds
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two
Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I
A natural born break-a-bitch scholar, holla if ya hear me
Step on if ya trick bustas fear me
Hear the, pimp speakin
For all and each
And each and all
will serve the Lord
I believe you must be born again
John 3:16 is true
The old life can be washed away
Everything made new
I believe the love of God
Can
Nammen uncommon
Doubt monkey polish
My twenty-three’s lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
Book novelty
A tip lives prior to clippin'
how the hell he alive?
Tb come with the 3x5
Tryna swing with force tryna itch it in twice
Den again I'm way too nice
I swing with force tryna hit
fools and holy steal
crew can't pay ya bills
truth is we shoot triggers fa thrills
you ain't heard about me D to da Paff
i'm holdin 4 by 4 figures do da
to waste
Oh these 3 little words mean the same to you
But to me they mean more than the world, they do
It's not easy, but I know that with days gone by
I
Fuck
1...2...3...4...5...6...
Maybe 7...
I can't take this shit no more
My brain says go
My body says stop and my lives say zero
There’s no green
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
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