Lyrics:
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
a short time, he coming with everything he got
The angels in chains, the geese of Egypt still beneath their rock
Keep it cocked, when in the top, stay
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
the clothes that I wore
She said, "We got a mutual friend over by the door,
And you know he's got our best interest in mind."
He was well connected but her
him tired
Took a blade to the chest like he was opening a body bag
"Sir he's still alive in there" well Christ then, remove the tag
What's it say? It
Baptized with that Holy Ghost fire, Father sent in Jesus name opened up my eyes
Speaking tongues with evidence caught me by surprise, Couldn't
He Lights My Fire
If you want that truth
The fire in the booth
It's like a hundred proof
Oh Yeah
This that kind of jam that gets you higher
looking for more
Kept that fire in the streets kept cooking up smores'
So to meet him was a treat plus he was real to the core
Sees the vision clearly light
thing
He only stopped by to make Bill Thaxton die
So he could add to his fame
"Go give Bill Thaxton a message
And tell him a killer's in town
Tell him
caught the pussy by the tail and
The kitty cat wailed under his power!
So scared that he pissed
Tinny rubbed his nose in it
And called him a coward
"You
the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune
Klan killer
Bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline
Light the fire and burn they sheets
Yeah, I'm a survivor, it's not a mystery
(Nah) even
home
You still think shit sweet, hanging on your block?
You really thinking we ain't spinning the block?
We coming 'round fast, drive-by in a droptop
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free
Now I
took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
of free Uber rides
Risk your life or being broke forever
N you decide
Thought his mans look out on the fire piece
And he still declined
Loaded my last 100
of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did the same
So he's
a man in a checkered suit drove up in a big
Lincoln continental, and he laid a huge,
Bulging envelope right at the corner of billy the mountain,
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
homicide and genocide he's cushy
And on fire he's pushy
We should show him all about the electric wire
With Kookaburra six in the old gum
What happens when
He's not in the great and mighty wind
He's not in the fierce earthquake
He's not in the raging burning fire
But sends a still small voice to me
Steady
did me
I'm gonna get you good tonight, baby (ooh, gonna get you good)
By the fire with the wood tonight, baby (just in by the fire, by wood)
And love
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
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