Lyrics:
Help Come afterward lease Of none Cheque Repends
Resolvation Bays by Root marvel life Tromestrico
Born lenque peace wise pays Equal Reger Live
with a venomous gift
Brave the hate of (The) Olympus Queen
Fate was cruel with the Venus son
But your name will live on with the glory of Rome
Troy's
find
Deaf leading the blind and cruel lead the kind
I dread whats said in my head or is it yours
That pours out open doors like infected sores
Need a new
Look
I'm a real artist got to live that life
Flamingos on my feet but I still take flight
Hittas by my side so you better keep it light
Amount of time I
monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt
So pass the root straight to the right hand side
Caution its new heat , fathered by cruel streets
Martyr'd by blue geeks, they off for like two weeks
Biggest lessons i learned was not in what schools teach
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
Went by our old house a little while ago
Nothing but a mailbox
And weeds were growing
Rusted red swing swaying in the breeze
Handprints in
yourself renew
I couldn't live with my eyes closed
The rusted throne was just painted gold
And separation couldn't sustain
The laughter shone more than
1C, In the building that taught me
Ways of rubble jungle that building was our tree
Where the roots in the street were deep, but that truth don’t ever
I'm hopin' for
Can have anythin' you want, I took an oath, I swore
Baby, live your best life, you shouldn't grow by force
All in your own time, G,
neutralize negative energy
I release healing energy in the direction
Of the lost and the cruel
I live in an unlimited universe
Therefore, I receive unlimited
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
A little hip hop
By now your life is flashing past you faster
Faster
Flipbook full of pictures of mistakes and
Questions which you never answered
You see
SON
AND NOW THAT I’VE GOT YOUR ATTENTION
IT’S TIME FOR REDEMPTION
CUZ I AM THE RAPTURE
BRINGING YOU TO HEAVEN
YES I AM THE MAESTRO
CUZ BY DESIGN IS
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
again.
Calling to something of ever unending, darker than infernal pitch,
Holding us down with rusted cruel nails,
A nail though my cock holds me.
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
body at my side
His head was cut by a rusted sword
Sons of Óðinn hear my call
Die in battle... or live in shame
Alfather’s eye… will lead my fate
By
the breeze
Forgotten sons
And days go by
We make the same mistake
With no apparent change
And days go by
Until you realize
You've lost the time
The butcher
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