Lyrics:
brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breaths he could feel
A bolt of fear went
Lynn)
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I live in the world world of forgotten people
Who've loved and lost their hearts so many times
I'm here in the world
Trompeur
fire fire huh
Fire fire huh
il m’a trompé plusieurs fois
But I still dey
I don’t care
Bah je l’aime toujours
Like I did on the first
Rock?"
None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib
Wife like, "He ain't here," throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me 'til the tre' pound
by ya side?
The pressures servin its purpose
Gods sayin dont rush me
You in the furnace do u still trust me?"
Do u still trust Him?
Do you still trust
he's got
For a Party card in
America - except for tiny pockets
Of privation which still
Persist - Khrushchev has as much
Chance of succeeding as he
Has
pursued me
The king who set stars in the sky
He found me broken, empty and hopeless
But still he gave me his love
He gave me his love, gave me his love
Oh
but
He still in tune with Christian
And Hendoe said he with it only
Do it if you feel it
Now they constantly hitting me about the
Moves that I should
down him like a shot but he still stood the test
He swallowed tripe and lard by the yard, we got scarred
We thought it would go hard when the waiter
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
!"
He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?"
He was right -- by now they should be embalming me
But the shit don't seem to be
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
Still smokin' chronic and indo
(He's totally throwed off) outspoken
Got bodies in the Pacific and
They end up soakin' (indeed)
Over my papers nigga
still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy nigga can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got
the yard, it's hard, but you're in
So you do your time and never let the time do ya
He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya
A brother in the box
an ass-whoopin'
So bad they should put his ass in prison
A word bully, I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
Used to get bullied, so I
must make the final sacrifice for the Glory of Dundee...he would end his own life by descending into the raging volcanic fires of Schiehallion!
Goodbye
I fuckin grind till, I'm televised and i monetize these speeches
Still I rise, while i spit this fire, I'm still alive like a phoenix
I been around
The boy had a way with words, he sang, he moved with grace
He entertained so naturally, no gesture out of place
His road in life was clearly drawn,
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin' my outfit
He said blink
We gonna send
He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said blink
We gonna send the hounds
Jada was bald 'cause of alopecia (he didn't)
That's somethin' a majority of people knew nothin' about
But I bet you he won't put her name back in his
and brought it back
cnd in his head he's still on the front line
Tryna get a job and get by
Hook
God forbid we pray
Bow our heads, hit our knees and have some
With your apartments in the skies, I scarred you with my lies, then
Karma isn't nice, she said, "I hope he doubles back on you"
When I double back, I
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