Lyrics:
that show stopper i’m that flow hopper
Drum mag will blow your soul out you
With your own chopper i’m the grim reaper
Symbolizing death itself head up
Nahh Forreal
What he tell em
If you know then you know
You know then you know
You know how this go
From the North and you know we be thugging
preach up
On these streets I can't go to sleep
Jesus coming soon Got souls to reach
Posted up been in the room
My Jesus He coming soon
Only purpose in my
streets
I can't go to sleep
Jesus coming soon
Got souls to reach
Posted up
Been in the room
My Jesus He coming soon
Only purpose in my whole life
To lead
terror, by night fall you might fall
Off your pedestal but leave my rhyme work alone
You can't decode my shit without the use of Rosetta stone
This ain't
4 - Possessed By Hate
Music – Zezão Lyrics – Fernando Campos
A macabre feeling infects my soul
A homicide desire that I will obey
Chain reaction,
your love, heart and soul
The tear in my heart as you walk on by
(More than an ocean)
I feel so low and your head is high
Everything you do
debuted and put
The city on wax a lot of Biggie comparisons
We all was aware of them
But that wasn't my MO
I just thought he was dope
Can't understand why
old. What movie was he in?
I forget
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my
with a devilish laugh
All along you been stuck in my trap
Now give me your soul
I ain’t givin it back
Jacob wondered why his mom didn’t answer
He found
Nah, Nigga ain't no sliding by,
He's still alive, I must've been too high
Told, bro, to spin the block a second time
Ain't get the message, you gon' get
they robbed me of my culture, put a gun in my hand
My queen used to stand right by my side for the fam
Then they coerced her to they plan
Said they could
While I live by faith and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
From His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then
dry as a desert don’t text me back drive me berserk I’m surviving a storm pray for my arm God bless my rolly wit charm
When he sleep by the heater he
shermhead
And no-one can tell me any different he's
My fucking favorite ever
I love him so much he's a shermhead
I produced a song off his first album
I
I gave my heart to a gamblin' man,
He only wanted to play.
He told me he'd take me to New Orleans town,
By morning we'd be on our way.
He gave me
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
done for me me yea
I'm fresh and my ice cold
My joy ain't getting sold
I'm so hot when I walk by I take wrinkles out your clothes
It's what he's done for
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
may send the storm and rain but He a whole anchor
And yes my souls favored
He the Living Water and the well that never run dry
He the forgiving Potter
strengthened my soul
Yeah He gave me the spiritual tools I need to utilize in life
Yeah I got the tools to spit the truth to represent Christ
And it's Christ who
as fuck (fuck)
Last move 'fore I give all street shit up (yeah)
Put a nigga in the ground face down, feet up
This nigga here tried to cuff me for my
the droptoptike
On the four wing island
By the port just vibing
Outsider
Never alone
Cause the sauce is vibrant
Breaking all moulds that you hold in silence
My
soul
That's soul... that's soul
A-Town's gleamin' 'cross my face
Everybody's watchin' me
Say pretty lady, are you hungry
We can go somewhere get
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