Lyrics:
But if you'll bring that steamdrill 'round I'll beat it fair and honest.
I'll die with that hammer in my hand but, I'll be laughin',
Cause you can't
can't shake this thought I have
That I'm just the same as a lowly machine
Built, though he was, to be just like me
Look, he hides his eyes from the sun
And I got nothing to show for it
Still I had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
I'm truly blessed that I can say that I made it this far
I'm not where
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
the cigarette machine by the back bar
This time you've gone too far
I'll be minding your drink as you go to the RBS
cash machine, don't sniff keep it clean
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
forgiven for what you have done
And be considered holy in the eyes of God
I wish I could go back to where I started from
Ran too far, lost my heart, no where
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
Far away ay ay ay
Far away ay form me
Far away ay ay ay
Far away ay from me
Don't hold my pain against me
I'm on a run
You can tell the world
I see far
I go far
I do more
I am more
Not by my power
Not by my might
But I am powered by God
I see far
I go far
I do more
I am more
Not by my power
their machines
A listening of suspicion ammunition for the scenes
By all means nobody want no trouble
There’s gonna be a rubble to break the giant bubble
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
Deeper graves
The machines deafen my ears with such extremity
Constant maze from digging graves
I bury my head in the dirt
It all stops
This sends
my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another
mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
And all of my friends trapped in this damn phone,
Staring at my,
Blue screen
Hours fly by when I,
Can’t be seen,
I’m trapped inside of this damn machine
I
hole in my heart
Where do I start, Back in IRC chat rooms or
Forums just talking to strangers
Or casually adding those randos
On MSN Messenger
Straight
and arched her back
'Hell, Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
Don't know why it don't explode
back
Hell Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
Don't know why it don't explode
Cause
Marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
Don't know why it don't explode
'Cause everyone in this stinking
replaced yeah
I have the world I cannot be erased yeah
They hope I give up and fall far from grace yeah
So far from grace yeah
I can't relate yeah
This my
wouldn't pass me by
And if I knew what was in store
I could be better than before
As all my memories fade away
I'm thinking back to yesterday
The muffled
how to refute it
I cite my sources
So that I can't be disputed
This tin is hard
You can't break through it
I never meant
For it to go this far
Always in
stained
If there's one I didn't gun down
Believe he'll be run down
Because I'm killin' every nigga from
Sun up to sun down
Finish them, all adversaries
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