Lyrics:
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin', huh?
I mean, what's the matter, huh?
They can accept our music
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
leaves
Ready to come out whenever the cock crows three
I am back to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can
my bush, spill it on your belly
Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly
Unload my clip with the JB classics
Tou know that baby damn like they
my bush, spill it on your belly
Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly
Unload my clip with the JB classics
Tou know that baby damn like they
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
Back door delivery, the mailman remember me
Don't front now, them breasts are ready, I'ma milk the cow
With rockets that blow, paralyze your anal
this nigga tryna be funny
Tuh, the fuck? I can't fuckin' fit
I'm not R. Kelly, don't touch kids, I'm tryna touch a brick
I'm not talkin' gang shit
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
Gretchen von Ivan
Go-kart rushin' to finish their album then you find them
Lost, dog paddling, back stroking, what done happened?
Be rhymin' catching
love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my
All of the colours are brighter when you’re younger
The good times used to last a little longer in those summers
Times changed, things are moving so
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
bust 'em
I spit all that sick stuff
To which your not accustomed
Like bein' on beats is like
R Kelly's on percussion
Killin' these tracks is like
OJ
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
released his nudes
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face
There are no mountains in space
Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
the way we do yeah
I'm back on my grind
Clocked out this album I don't need more time
Had to go push it cause I'm getting mine
They wanna stop me they
on another planet
By the time you get this album im on another album another album another one
Dj Khaled man i can't count em
My spaceship it crash landed
So
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
again
Back when 2pac was just the guy from Juice
To check out a new track you had to buy or boost
The album or dub it off your mates
blank cassette
to leave your side
Regardless what our God brings!
So it’s him & I
And back into our habitat
And I was tempted by a woman in a yellow hat
She would comfort
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