Lyrics:
look in the mirror
They hate me just for skin
They think we savages
They think we better off dead
I think we all need some prayer
Live by these rules
By
virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
Though he'd
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
MQ on the mix boy
Nahfr can we have a check please
Haaa
Walk a nigga down by myself
Cus I don't trust niggas
I grow up around some real niggas
I know
I'm the man who cooks the food and feed the street people in the afternoon
I'm the lady with the broom sweeping the halls of your sons pre-school
I'm
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months
Man if this was baseball, I ain't let 'em slide once (once)
Do you see now, you playin' D now? (now)
Oh,
on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more "R" than all,
I
Could turn in circles
Spins around the fire burning
We're searching for higher learning)
Distracted by higher earning
Yearning for more than what's
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
the lost souls together so we’re called the hive
Christ the king lives inside so let’s let’em lead
Acknowledge him in all thy ways so let’em proceed
Killing
I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,
to take the pain away
When I'm just getting by couple
Million for a rainy day
Off season but I practice like
I got a game today
And everybody ain't gon'
Falling too deep, falling too deep, falling too deep away…
Falling too deep, falling too deep away
Verse 2:
I was a man who felt stranded, lost
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Ladies and Gentleman
This is The Lion
Lion Harp
Bringing live music on the spot
Sometimes when you feeling
The pain of being alone
Nothing you
trapped inside a cage
But I wanna be a lion in the zoo and not the pray (I got)
People calling me king just like MJ
So I guess it's time to live like one
see when you imagine free
A 140-Carat diamond lens of sovereignty
Layered on top of us brick by brick like a chimney
This godless America what have we
Saint-Tro(pez) with a tanned ho and a Lambo
I think she Anglo, so I told her ass that she can't go
She on the 'Gram 'stead of watchin' her little man grow
Cut
Sniff a line/ Conquering Lion/ 225th in line/ If we say
We're "Pro-War"/ Only in the fight for peace/ Man, that
Means no war/ Think the price of life is
or the Beamer
Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
Son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA,
never that
Son son you brave
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the sixth grade
Rockin' a fade
Young
that
Defeat rhymes never that
Son son you brave
You ain't a man cause you got a little something to shade
I've been a thug since the sixth grade
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