Lyrics:
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
to fade
When the sun arise in the dawn
I can't breathe when you are home
I can't see when you are gone
A rising tide, alarmingly wide
Losing sight, I'm
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
Words and music by John Kay
The night wind howls way up in the canyon
The moon comes out while fog rolls in
One more time I'm waiting for
The snare to that of a heartbeat;
The bass line is the rising and setting of the sun;
The piano is how the wind blows;
And the horn is the blood-curdling
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you
Ah, the train I'm
fit? (Journey)
Your arrival, want survival, but is you fit?
(This is a journey into sound)
I'm rising with the sun, synthesized with the universal
a faucet
This house is too little, it feel like a coffin
I go hit the club like the ball when I'm golfin'
I ball in the swamp with alligators
The house
the heat I'm the god of the sun
I'm atlas heavy with passion
I never hate Negative I need the positive action
I never act up know my direction
But I can go
this song Meh second mom in Saint John spoiled me and to this day it really affect me Meh grow up in the island in the island of the sun meh use to know
look upon them
Then shall the priests behold the people
Departing from the house of the Lord and
Turning unto the world and setting up
Landmarks in
Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you
Ah, the train I'm
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman in labor
She said by the grace of God I'll have this child
And the help of a neighbor
At six o'clock
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
disguised, echoing no replies
That another day has come
That another day's gone by
Another memory to erase
And another moon is rising chasing shadows as they
houses, in the toxic selling zone
In a while we built over thousand, just the same as a cancer grows
By the time the sun will still rising, we won't care
tie my lure
I make my cast
It's breakfast time you five pound bass
That old sun is rising
That water is clear
I watch my lure as it's flying
tie my lure
I make my cast
It's breakfast time you five pound bass
That old sun is rising
That water is clear
I watch my lure as it's flying
And my emotions all fucked
I see the sun it's rising up
Feel that orange flame in my gut
Spin in circles had to hurdle thru the pain now boy wassup
Yea
the father
Loves the sun
Shows him all
All he has done
Shows him even
Greater works
Than these
You will be amazed
For father raises the dead
And gives life
hand
To stop em' that a man to stand up even add a camera
They won't be James Holmes, and they won't be Adam Lanza
A John Malvo, I'll flow loud for my
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