Lyrics:
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
me, me, me
I'm fresh to death, I'm rocking the vest
I'm strapped moving 'round with the heat
I said I do it the best, I'm not the one you should test
Perception or reality, now what's realer?
And can I really trust that man in the mirror?
The death-span of the human mind gets nearer
Can't withstand
of death I ride
Summer has come over the city
Midday heat is low
The surviving few bring out their dead
A never-ending flow
A never-ending flow
I
of death I ride
Summer has come over the city
Midday heat is low
The surviving few bring out their dead
A never-ending flow
A never-ending flow
I
and they death be starvation
In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
Snooze and you lose is the theory
The theory of a patient man, is wild
and they death be starvation
In the heat of battle it's no rest for the weary
Snooze and you lose is the theory
The theory of a patient man, is wild
the Toreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
of death dying, stay late to the sky
Late for my prime, something that was shaped by design
I been running while the others hurt from racing a line
Making
to be lambs
And you believe, sucks
The deaths won’t be by thirsty
The deaths won’t be by hungry
Also won’t be by lack of trees
Neither heating by heat
Still bleeding from falling upon the thorns of life
Bleeding out
In the cold twilight of my death
You saw me under the glow of the blue night sky
More than likely, He’ll give sight to the sightless. In the streets they hustlin’, tryna stay righteous. In the heat they’re strugglin’, tryna stay
trees
bringing death to the land below
the searing heat will destroy everything in sight
leaving cinders and ash
there will be no more life under this sky
trouble, no more!
Can't you feel my heat? My heat is sacred
By the one and only, Sir of the fate!
Sir of the fate!
Yeah!
Stop with these lies
Can't live
Cloud, the Ex-Soldier
Swept over Jenova til she's leftovers
Pissed off, I lift off bringing heat to your brain
Put a Finishing Touch on a Meteorain
I almost yearn for heat death
Endlessly pressing my face into the crook of your neck
Cosmos posthumously preying on our decaying form
Bare
a single point compressed
The heat birth of particles
Expansion starts towards its death
Billions of years away, a single breath
As the web projects further
millennium goddess
I guess I got what I wanted
Had to wait till my twenties
To see the promise was empty, yeah
She's my magnesium heat death
I can't feel her
Barely living how the fuck you do that
Didnt nobody hear me they went deaf by the death
Bitch im the don
Im the only nigga getting it i won
Im saving for
merely existing
My nature is Saturn, my mind seeking wisdom
Been climbing the pyramid to feel again
Distracted by money, attention, and woman
Man I
torrents and skies fell from you
Drenched was all the earth
Men lie quelled by bitter ends
And the rivers all run red
Every death I serve, every death I
Raised from the death that I dream everyday
I'd feel more alive feeling heat at the stake
Thrownness adds vertigo
My minds losing shape
I'm lost in
You were born a victim
Everyone around you knows
But no one talks about it
Humility and expectation of death
It's like heat replaces cold
The habit
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