Lyrics:
knees hit the floor for blessings cause i need another one
Then I head to paper chase cause i need another one
Am controlled by some powers from above
everything's the same
Bitch and moan, it doesn't matter, nothing's going to change
I don't want to watch another brother fucking die
So discarded, fallen by
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just a game, play it don't complain
Pour another drink, poison to the brain
There's no party only keyboard and monitor, no place called home
Under
to hear
(I write it for my fam, who not here, who do care)
Yo
They said Smokes' in the place
You better pat him on the waist
Caught another case
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
my mind was in the right place
Now let's take our steps and retrace
Back to a time, when black was defined
As original, God-like, Supreme Divine
in they titties
Man, you fake, all of us know it
I'm original and I show it
Roll one time for everyone down and
T-Two times for the nigga that bounce
of time in this place, here, I was born
It’s already on the map, but let us put it on again
This time we don’t use the GPS, we’re using brains
If it has
Living inside my superstitions coming out of ghost town
This song started as an album story
About a boy kidnapped by aliens
One hell of an allegory
Each
pace for another three years. After ten thousand hours of lessons and three times that practicing alone, Older proclaimed Younger good enough to play
it all before
I survived another week just like the one before,
When everything you wanted somehow leaves you wanting more
And I looked beneath
and say "fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say "fuck the police"
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black
and say "fuck the police"
That's why we get high and say "fuck the police"
Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me
They want another black
buggin' over time
From the light to the lime original star time
It's the Double Chris One and Camel brought the ammo
So we can shoot game like thugs
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
It was written in the summer of '83 and appeared on the Avenger album "Prayers Of Steel" (no more available), that came out in May '85. The original
And I spit from the soul, the only way you're gonna feel it
Memories of me getting beat by my dad as a youth
This album represents me, nothing but
rise to speculation
On a place called paradise
If I've ever been there
It's when you were with me
You're so beautiful
I can't believe my eyes
Each time
to deliver
For the Rapsodes, makin' the raps on commission
So check the method, just play this album and listen
Listen to thirtreen original tracks
cll paid
Looking directly into the sun
In a world full of sin with no place to begin
And no place to start all over
Most absent desire gets drown out by the choir
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
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
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