Lyrics:
the sound of your voice
And your heart
In my mind I can't tell them apart
As I pace along the passages
Guided by the moon
I find my thoughts invaded by
brother, on mamas you done lost ya self (On mamas)
Shit on my mind I ain't ready to talk about
That's why I can't be sober, just to fucking walk around
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
in what’s damned to bleed
I ain’t got no metaphors
I ain’t got entendres
I just got a lot of problems
Won’t you settle for
Like an album of me popping
an album now
I promise I'll be back with music that'll blow your mind I'm here
Sharp words mind-altering from beats dan juga duo
Inspired by the lords, DJ Muggs Divino KILO
the pain while I'm sipping the drank
The boy had to get it yeah simple and plain
Yeah
Look what I became (yeah)
Headed for the hall of fame (yeah yeah)
Oh
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines
ain't malevolent by gunning you down
That's a simple metaphor, I've never purchased a round
I know what I'm meant for, at least I hope that I know
I hope
I was born a complex kid
Ahead of the pack I been leadin em Alpha's a title I bleed for em
One day I'll sell all my albums on vinyl then sleep to em
Every red cent they would invest in it
You had to be on top of
It or your album would sit
When your crew would have an early exit
That’s why I had
I will be by your side (yeah)
For every thought
Amour sacré, troisième chapitre
Reviens-moi (whenever you're gone)
I will be by your side (JAWs)
Never mind the fact he was influenced by Jim Crow
While we were fighting Nazis
The klan was still here lamenting Jewish control
We love a patriotic white
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
In the 2016
Two beatmakers from Bogota Colombia, present their first álbum called: ""Rising the Mind in Beats"". They are Jeru and B Class from
Peace of mind
Peace be defined by that peace of mind
Peace (peace)
Peace of mind
Peace be defined by that peace of mind
Peace (peace)
Peace of mind
they do not make a sound
Know who the boss is, I'm not heartless, but know I don't play around
I'm where the lost is, no deposits, still making it by
There're no big stories to tell
Just a description of a state of mind
That shapes my life and that's how it goes
I can't find the focus, no
I can't
beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what)
Get up in there.
Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time
And I'll find out that you're
I struggled as a youth; almost fell behind
A statistic in the system was my frame of mind
Will I lead a simple life or live a life of crime
My
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
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