Lyrics:
the white robe's face
Boulder debris blocked White Robe's view
So finally he is displaced
"His power is great but finite" Grub says
"So we can wear him
This house was kind as every hiding place
Bones of a hardest offering to burn
That dog will bark, though no one's there
This man went mad breaking his
by death
But what else can i say?
My bad for treat her like this
Wasted 'till my bones break
Lost in your moves girl, lost in your taste
humble hands to the bone
To keep a roof over our heads and make that old brick house a home
I looked at myself inside
To see where I'd divide
I took both
don't think I'm okay, maybe I'm just Broken By Design
It's like I'm Broken By Design
Nothing left of me to behold
When did I become so cold
I loved
How come you still see me?
I'm just a skull, I'm just a skull
Snap my bones like glowsticks
Yeah, these teeth are sharp
I bite back like great white
Great wall of ages
Rickety stones and a broken dam
Blood-coloured water
Threatens to flood
Mankind
Great wall of ages
They are not stones and it's
White board, pen, what, who, woodwind family, on the wall yep
Front door, chicken bone, first house loan, Ewan Stone, Pauls neighbors ice cream
cone
Ladies and gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour
They wanna tell you a little story about
go,
The great white north is where we roll,
That's what we call home no matter the weather no matter the struggle that's how it goes,
Working hard on my
The Ritual Involving Meat on the Ends of Bones
The Ritual Involving Meat on the Ends of Bones
Requirements of Chaos
Magick performed on request
Broken taboos
Open lungs I breath air
You have no place around here
And I feel
Sinking into my bones
Thoughts of my broken throne
Let’s go
Let’s go wreck up your
than Dallas
I call it Huston the great
Milllie just made mamma happy again
Nigga stay outt my lane
I grow greater by the week I'm to the power of 7
in the trash
I need to let go of the past
So that there's no reason left to look back
Ooooh
But this house is haunted
By memories we brought in
Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door
We would be the great triangle and to this we swore
Julie was my sweetheart, little John
With a mark left that you can all cling
'cause rockin' a party? yo, it's a small thing
I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were
Green passports to the great white north
He's on his own again he's getting used to it
But sometimes when he gets these visions in his dreams
He wished
Lookin' for a Leader
To bring our country home
Re-unite the red white and blue
Before it turns to stone
Lookin' for somebody
Young enough
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
the truth"
"Washing bones, why were you washing bones?"
"Cause they were smelly"
[Kool Keith]
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me
What
water
Then watch it shake
Then I go back to The White House
And sign another date
Noose-hang bourgeois
Fort decorations for my landlord's box
Entrails
stand to see you win but then fuel a fire explosive
I'm corrosive eat the hearts of what's broken then turn erosive
Inspired by the greats
Cole, Kendrick
It seems like years and a million tears
Since you've left the old hometown
Now you've changed they say and the great white way
Is your new
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