Lyrics:
graves
And flags where the great black eagle waves
Nosotros Venceremos plays
For old Juan de la Cruz
There's work today that must be done
Pray for the man
school with us cuz you cant fit with us
Said you gotta be me I gotta be you if you wanna sit with us
Focus on My God cuz I know one day he gone lift me up
you to many places
Still bring you to the same destination, well there's really no ending
Can't be outrun, when I hit it's like a home run
Can't be
Everybody wants to be a star
Everybody wants to be accepted by the mass
Everybody wants to be raging fire
But their heat don't last
intimate and infamous
We're both one of a kind, maybe two in a trillion
Either way, we'll be drilling our skills 'til we finish it
I plummet the butt
Yeah
I tried to be careful.
But you still got the best of me
I gave you my everything
Thought you were my everything
But you consumed everything
But this
the winds gone
We’ll go dancing around a fire
Singing Hallelujah
Like a backwoods gospel choir
The day we lay him in the ground
I’m going to ask you
Flyin' 20 hours never felt so right
They say I get better as the days go by
I'm just tryna be the GOAT
Used to see them walk by
Gettin' ready for this
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
of this presence
Spread through the mass with praise on high got eve tryna fuck around 7
Baptized by the quick few
After choir practice hit a round two
Hit
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
eyes, relax, let me feed the cat
Living fat, true mack, niggas was catching feelings
Dealing with a smaller deck, it just wasn't as mass appealing
I
the man
But God is more complex than we can ever understand
It will be clear
In the year of our Lord
In the year our Lord
We'll find out that where we're
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
and it can be no greater display
I pray today and see the devil takin' off the Earth
But I'm lay it, keep on makin' shit for what it's worth
A butter
mobster prophecy
Well mobbin' what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and loot?
Jackin' off 20 G's cause you got more money to scoop
Liffs
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
pray at the altar
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running
Cause otherwise I be gunning
You better respect
Cause in two
your skirt
Afraid to pray to God but be praying to kill my worth
I got no time for cowards, you see I put in the work
I'm preaching every word, you can
us!
If you come with me then I can show you
Where we'll take you where you dare not go to
Follow me and let my mind control you
Where rebuild
something fierce?) Oh, am I
Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
I used to be the bubble for others that
the name, the A.K.A. super
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
I used to be the bubble for others that used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers
dressed like Raven
Up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be- (Wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'?
I be Easy Bakin'
My oven stay prepped and ready
I'm looking ta take
You on a date, I promise I'll be behaved
Then be headed
We'll be frenchin call me Louis the 8th
In my studio makin songs about
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