Lyrics:
Ey, look
Still on this journey
Eyes on the road nia ya femu y3 many
Tryna pour champagne for the pain but niaa m3 hu ni su no be ma fault that I'm
the terrors
Blood on the floors, cops at the door
Parents weren't married, but they were divorced
Yell and scream a lot, fighting like a war
Mom sorta stayed,
Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,
strength, recite these words at length)
Take my powers blessed be
Multiply their strength by three
1.17 - That 70's Episode
UNBIND A BOND (sent them
grow
Not in a... inches or feet
Not by height or width
But lord please be with me as i pray
On this journey for spiritual growth
One, two, three ...
the ice was quick
To petrify, many inches thick
And the bridge was trapped from brick to brick
I first looked once and then looked twice
At the sight I saw
threading stitches
goin the distance like extra inches
It's Surgical
break my concentration for a smidgen
And the results could be catastrophic by definition
you talk about when they say his story
I been crying out for help but i see they keep ignoring me
Imm'a die by myself thats why this journey so lonely
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
to
The bend and see it all
Starts over again
When the journey ends
ii) Blueprint of Eden (Instrumental)
iii) Blind God
I am the blind god, Just look at me
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
Leaving
[VIII. A Journey's End]
Can you see the fiery light a beacon in the dead of night
We have reached our port of call our journey ends by morning
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
horizon keeps broaden by the inches
This prophecy I'm livin the vision
Yea, chipping out this mold that I had to break
Carving out these sculptures
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
by one they hammer his limbs to the cross
With three iron nails
His feet will bear him nowhere else
His journeys have ended
Lying there looking up
Yeah
I want all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore, I could see
Through my belly
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
Washed ashore hollow and vacant
Two of a kind by the gods awaken
A man and a maiden both created
By three siblings their gifts demonstrated
Life was
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street
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