Lyrics:
Crucify my soul by your hands
I don?t believe it, I have my destiny in your faulty body
Tell me why?
In this way nobody is feeling you
Tell my
charcters from all your favourite books.
And it's gonna be written and told by Figgkidd - your favourite storyteller.
So get ready.
Don't be scared, all
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
A bad samaritan averaging above average men
Rancid rants having rambling savages scavenging
For scraps,
with my life on a nightly basis
See if I crap out, I'll probably be trapped out, I should be patient
And paper ain't never promised, so product I push
the pieces and keep Them,
I seem to plead:
""Lead me to a time
We'd find our ways through the maze by reading through the Signs"".
But feeble is the mind
on the block having fun
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
In tanned Timberlands and [unknown] until them vans a come
It's all good now
But you
a warm Minnesota nice welcome to MC
I've your man on the mic, you know...
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up
Put your hands together, put your hands
Glorify the new war hero
Dividing everything by zero
With his hands
Covered in blood
He brought the justice in the name of God
Smell of the burning
Put 'em up, put 'em up. Put 'em up, put 'em up. Put 'em up, Put 'em up
Put those hands up. Put those hands up. I said put yo hands up
Get prepared
going by hope it load
Just a lil faster for me
But I know on his end
It seem like it be slow
Imagining visioning roads
That he never traveled before
O G
water.
5. You will probably cut my income by one third.
6. You are working now researching a video project.
7. You, in a flash of intuitive
water.
5. You will probably cut my income by one third.
6. You are working now researching a video project.
7. You, in a flash of intuitive
Methodist
Doxology
So it's hard to be
Thought of as less than
Gifts of God
A lotta people got nothing
After you strip facades
Fix my hand in a fist
Is there ever really any coming back from this
Or have we been forsaken
By the Lord and all of his Fallen Angels formed the Baphomet symbol
Denzel
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
I Got Sticky hands
Just last month i came up on like 50 bands
Watch the money pile the go wild out like i aint give a damn
That boy said he tough but
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
I'm driving down a dusty road
I've got nowhere to go
No place that I can call my own
On and on this road is burning
I'm leaving all this crap
pussy, middle finger dripping, I smelt it
Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggas
Me and Sheek, walking around bitch-slapping niggas
There go Rae,
3 months a long time
Throw ya hands up
Throw ya hands up, Yeah
Throw ya hands up
Throw ya hands up,
I'ma throw my hands
Mm Yeah Shorty I ain't silly,
brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at
One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's
I keep seeing dragonflies mmmm
Flyin by my head mmmm
I keep seeing dragonflies mmmm
Flyin by me mmmm
I keep seein
Sunsets in the ville
Got me sittin
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