Lyrics:
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
the ones like me it's an short supply of
While we got the time let's be us before the time's up
I'm becoming more of an icon, like the one you got to keep
wanna, got some shit up off my chest
I made enough music to supply five albums, manifested some good vibes
Cause I doubt them
Demons wanna evacuate
Had
frostbit corpses
Tortured in the grass
Offered this torch supporter one
Tall glass of nauseous
And I'm asking you: Why's the
Spy supply hiding in strangers
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
grace when life's no more
Every night is laden with complications, heart at ache by the consolation I'm pining for
And sometimes think maybe, I won't
how we should be together
"When should we go out?", I replied 'whenever'
Told her my goals, told her all of my dreams
Told her about my album and all
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
Kończąc ten kawałek album zaczynam
Ruszyła szansy machina
Blant by się przydał
Normalnie nie czekam aż skończę nagrywać
W sumie nie ma znaczenia bo jestem
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
with no air
For you I’m always here
You you’re always there
I show you how I care
You’re never broken, or torn apart
You flood me with your heart crush
a noose
Cut off air supply
When my face into
Lil mama pie
Bulimic the way i throw her up
Sadistic the pussy poisonous
She land
The ocean under earth
She
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to +Priesthood+
If you purchased this album from a store
Or you got a copy from
life ain't defined by their foolish lies
I got Christ inside so I'ma do this right (Christ inside)
I'm like yuh, fire in my heart I can't keep it subtle
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
is amazin’
Beats by Chase M
Sound funky like twelve slapboxin’ Jamaicans
In the elevator, haze in the air from blowin’ trees
Not from the teasin’
Cause you like to make sounds
Never make it to the bed
We barely make it to the couch
When I want it she supply it
I’m wearin' that pussy out
His and her
I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, see
Old folks never like when young ass kids be
Shooting hoops down by the drive-way
spout archaic
And our plights pushed aside blithe festered by this miscreant
The space is cavernous, empty and violent
The arcane explosions produce
a teen
But one day I discovered music
You're influenced by whatever you choose
So many so called artists out there abuse it
If you got a platform you
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
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