Lyrics:
the forest for the fire now
Midas lies writhing eyes burning gold violence
Tridents fry continents to pure frost
And 3rd eye-sis dies and rots
Inside every
First Verse
When you're weary Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all
I'm on your side
Oh, when times get rough and friends
the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know
Moses
And make the 3rd Testament the next time you smokin'"
"I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin'
And make the 3rd Testament the next
swallow my pride
We're feeding the black hole
3RD from the sun
A spawn of this system
With a wish and a gun
Drain me bastards
Feed me with lies
and leave ya
Beside a lonely road or inside a meat freezer
That's the way it goes on the
3rd rock from the sun (earth)
Alone circling the light were we
Begun
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
evil in my 3rd eye from my subconscious
Knowing the face of earth was covered in darkness, this is apocalypse
I see it all and write it all down as I'm
on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
It was on playboy at tonight’s main event/
Dos Equis had the yacht the models was heaven sent/
Labatt
Rise it's time for us to awake from this
Oppression and depression
Get your mind out this false fabricated invention
Of this 3rd dimension don't you
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
(Caaaw)
This face brings all the hoes in
3rd eye watchin so the fake yeah I know em (I see you)
While they hate in new ways I be gettin new pay (New pay)
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night accept ya
Treat
But I gotta find a way
3rd one on the way so now we gotta find a name
I want Lusciano but you love to hate
But you love to hate
It’s crazy how it all
I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy
(A 3rd Outlaw)
Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya
Loss soul looking for shelter, on the late night
Polish the 3rd eye still trying to keep the soul right
V3
cnnunakiah ancient Cameroon in his blood
The only man that can get with the plug
cnd move
Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up
Order some new things for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her naked
When the slabs in the city beat
That screw off in the back
Poking eye, keep them spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Street on up to Ennis
Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
They was on that
in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come down in 3rd place
Until I heard the story of Your Life
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