Lyrics:
they
Want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping
I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting
Know
out a beretta gun
The last word I heard myself say was a four letter one
He looked me in the eye and said the crime was never done,
'Cause there's no
tongue
And like the last few boys at the Alamo
Like Cusack holding that stereo
Or what Juliet hears from Romeo
I'm never gonna say goodbye
There's
a laser beam
Between your fuckin' eyes
You feel strange well now you know
CHORUS
your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
dreams
Cause you feel like
Kissin' girls under summer skies when no one's watching
Blowing out the stereo in my mom's old car and
You know I'll always be
that's just impossible
For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
You just scared to get this Penitentiary dick
The trot caught your eye When I walked by
I said, "Hi"
But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near
lookin at you with your eyes closed
You can't see to know, my niggas get dough
Live fast, set you up and rob you slow
Can I, be forgave for cursin your
white powder on it and there were
little brown moons beneath her eyes
and i saw into her
an arabic women parading around naked
powerful, irreverent but
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
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
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
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
the words to come from your lips
You know it well so you
Don't hesitate to let yourself
Be carried away by intense arousal
And tell me plainly
-Stick it up
to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MCs, won't gather 'round my
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
the light don't seem too bright
You can see it this one last time
John and Jesus, parents of both children had worry in their thoughts
But were eased by
on leaving
How she hates what she does but she needs it
I asked her what she was doing, it's the weekend
And she said, she said
I don't know myself
I
the rooster’s legs by throwing his whip. Heavy clouds now darken the sky and a strong wind begins to blow.
Running hard, in a last desperate attempt, Leonard
whole naked Now I really know I made it
Down to Mississippi Take the chopper, I reload
Send me living in the winter
Send me 91 and fill me up with pity
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
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