Lyrics:
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
Love lean on me
I'm the pillar in your debris
I'll cross my heart
now you hear me
if it's woven in the
skin you wear
forever count the years
when
of mortals in revulsion
Blessed are the dead who's cadavers have perished by our hand
For you will join your fictitious deity
For you will join them all
foresee
Its plan to bring such suffering
A tear departs from gazing eyes peering past the glistering gates
My beloveds once touched by death reside in
Sara Beth Married
Jesse Lee Proud Man He Was
Mother Like Aunt Jemima
Black Blue Color Skin A Softness
Unmatched By Anyone Stern With
Her Words Dats
that the blinders have been stripped from my eyes and I realize that slavery was no smiling happy-fizzy party. your ancestors raped my foremothers and i
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
Cameron's getting logical,
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the night are
Putting sparkle in his eyes.
He's looking for sound reasoning,
very dangerous)
Samseer sa katil hota hai
(One cannot see it)
Chhuv jaye kaleje mein yadi to
(If it strikes you in the heart)
Wo sara jeevan rota hai
Been the best in the MO over Tech, ay (Over Tech)
Bitches getting freaky in my psychesesh, ay (Hello)
Five Cheese Ziti, eat it off her breast (Yummy)
Eye
eyes
And the ache of your wanting floats by
Go I'll be fine
'Cause sparks burn out all of the time
One little snowflake on my tongue
There for a second,
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your
Get your paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye
leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the Nasal Tongue
Yo, take a few of these B-boys and call me in the mornin' (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as
The good guys america stripped
For bed and we had not all yet
Closed our eyes the signs of Truth
Were tattooed across
in people’s faces, they’re never dry
In their eyes, always see the tears down the cheeks, they cry
Convince yourself that you don’t care, but deep
to find the world left barren
All the way up to where the eye meets the horizon
It's a glitch in the system...glitch in the system
All knowing, none
demons are in your eyes
Yeah our inner demons are in your eyes
Sometimes I feel happy
And I don’t know why
Now’s the time to equalize our minds to feel
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all the Lee nails while all the BG's bailed
The little homie be in and out of camp
This time he
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
forgotten what you look like and it looks like you've forgotten
That the look inside your eye is very strange
Ain't nothing left to hide
You're stripped
Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like, I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink
I
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