Lyrics:
Nickolas Cruz used an Ar-15
And only kill 14 teens
I'll easily use the same
And kill 3 times as many teens
I'll cook these fags harder
Then Mexicans have
on the ground
To me, cicadas are heaven's sound
I recall being healed by that song
Now I don't know the last time that my prayers weren't broken
I send 'em up,
to the city. Located in the heart of Old Delhi, the Chandni Chowk market has a rich history and is known for its narrow lanes, crowded streets, and colorful
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just
and no one's there
Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by
the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
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
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
the fries
Would you stick by my side?
Would you ride?
Would you roll?
Would you go?
Need to know, Need to know
Hit a slump
What if business was slow?
sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when
nation that is, that recorded the album
My man Busta Rhymes, my man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Flip Gray in the house
My man Buttnaked, Tim Dawg, ugh
your spiritual beliefs huh
Make us feel like shit again
Mama's house you living in
Tell these brothas what you really think
Matter fact mmm
Just leave
It seems that my dreams
Are smothered in Lean
The syrupy seams
Sewn together
They never leave
This light in my eyes
With you by my side
The drugs mom
lights zoom; before the scuffle rains, let a couple bang, I guess it’s prom night soon.
Dancing with the devil, prancing in a meadow.
Idols are idle,
Was.
Slow down.
Staring at the ceiling.
Close your eyes.
Picture me.
What are you feeling.
Let me stay.
Until we.
Old and grey.
Lean on me.
Enjoying.
we germinate like Sarah Connor
Under siege by Babylon monsters
Put up a fist, take a risk
Lay it on wax or a disc, I clasped their hands and whispered
Yeah so I just
I just wanna make an album
Like a- a sound album
Of my families life through politics and sound and
I just wanna- I just wanna show
Free Range ,
( by Rachel MilkyWayCitizen )
The sun is rising
It’s a brand new day
The cheeky chooks are chatting and clucking away
Like all women
the kids, the kids in the area too that are affected by like pollution they can come and smoke the hookah too. And go like "This actually, like, tastes like
another Album, yeah she put it on her seasoning
The legs I put on my new stories I bet you never seen them
I bet you focused on new bitches and left out all
write you off
In a crowded room, can't hear a sound
Tomorrow be horror, you no dey around
I dey search thru my soul
Being lost what I found
I'm not saying
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