Lyrics:
and don'ts
Not a record of your faults
He gave his life pay it all
(Dear John) He loves you just the way you are
You are forgiven by His scars
Just open up
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
of pain
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across the plain
To welcome the eternal night
broken
Broken
Broken
Broken
I'm so sorry my record scratched
The old King Zane, can't have him back
I'm making music in my room and ended up on playlists
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
with skin so pale
On her face an images of pain
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent
the acid rain.
He put the earth down, and stuck out his thumb,
And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains.
Won't you bury my body
By
Hand on my heart while i'm drivin the boat
Steering the sheep while i'm guided by G.O.A.Ts
Nas gave me the power with what he had written
4th song down,
ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across the plain
To welcome the eternal night
The dress is white with crystals of ice
And frozen
"Thug life"
Go tell them bustas
Up at Bad Boy Records
Fat trick's got a big mouth
Busta, better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game I play
on
You'll get a right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I
if he try
To take a flight again
It's simple and plain
(plane) I let it fly when the flight come in
The white come in
You slow? Go to Google search
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
broken, man, how you think I wrote this, huh
So can I escape from this dull place
These four white walls are closing in on me
I can no longer pretend
This
were broken on the track
Burnt a lot of fancy verses
And I'm glad that I am back
Further out may be the pleasant
Scenes of which our poets boast
But I
this,
both gills cut sick,
dope skills hunt with,
Freeze cunt sign these,
Eaze up my steeze,
See some white Ts
Bdubs Nikeys,
Felt those right hooks
stay getting cheddar
These sloppy girls don't know better
I be rocking white ts under the b honest sweater
I got the merch if you want it
And I be
that's a banger like rachets
We all one-hundred percent like our records
And yea I'll still hit the booty booty plastic
Give me some head and I'll it from
will fall apart
It's plain to see
Life will break your heart
Record your misery
Plot it in a chart
Flip it upside down
And turn it into art
There are so
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