Lyrics:
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
Wipe your tears, no need to cry
It's the end, but not goodbye
You got the universe in your eyes
Lay my hands up on your thigh
Fake friends, they all
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggas is hard headed 'cause we love
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
got your bike I can't let you pop Willy
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
My cousin Zu chilling in the stands with the Pack
And he
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
to mine
I'm not starting a fight, just telling it right
The best damn rapper who ever grabbed the mic
His name is Too $hort, now shut your mouth
In
I ever knew
Ima be a better you
Who's your daddy
You're not really dead at least not yet
Take Me
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too scared to (Fall in
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
albums
Hittin just
Like the Carter
Half man
Half amazing
Eyes stay csian
Doin me is
Main occupation
I had boss up
To better
My situation
I'll
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
you check in
Dressed in an uniform, acting like a janitor
All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?
Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull
Looking in the eyes
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
your headless eyes wink
Internal bleeding
Infernal demons breeding
The devil is here to devour
Your soul is being stripped in this final hour
Cruelty
watch my eyes dilate dilate
(Yuh)
Now watch my eyes dilate dilate
Now watch my eyes dilate dilate
(What)
Super drizz
I heard you bought your bitch
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
the next in line to lie to me?
Now I know in part, then I'll see with clarity (1 Cor. 13:12)
Open the eyes of my heart so I could see reality
Homie, lift
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
inhale
Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
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