Lyrics:
box talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't
talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grit
Some get-down shit
Don't need
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
cheese'."
Then I commenced to do a tap dance on eggplant Parmesan before their eyes.
Guided by voices, whole bag of tricks. Raised by Druids and Horses.
of the evil payed with Lucifer's gold
You can feel cold sweat
Running down your neck
And the dwarfs of falseness
Throw mud at your back
Guided by
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back
Guided by spells from the old seer's hands
You're suffering pain only steel can stand
Stay well on your way
passes by
I want to see what is going on the other side,
We never know what is waiting for us outside
Welcome to the land of choices
Guided by the pleasure
say
Itch-day, ude-day want a ey-hay?
O fle' like go away, that's what your daughter say
I got fans in Ja-Pan, got land
Block can't ice, hoes starin'
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the spots, with conversations
Come on let's smooth it out like Soul Sensation
We in the house like Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea
Head to Philly
Guided by the light of an eastern moon
The fire of the dance is alive in you
African heartbeat, oh what a dance
African heartbeat, I wanna dance
together to pray for greater yields
Two poles of a compass guided by a field
In the mind of every man, two ghosts dance
Was this place made, or was it
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
Karate
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping
song
London Japan All across the globe
This your song
If you don't know now you know
Ain't no telling what I might do next
So fresh so clean
Mr. Windex
Japan I am Mr. Toad's wild ride
You wanna hide inside, in utero
I got a heart shaped box and soon you will know
I'll change it up take you by surprise,
as high, as high as these scrapers
Said lord lift me up just by chance make me greater
Still if I’m honest I can’t talk to strangers
Guess all that I wanted
To stretch out all my cash from Japan down to the motherland
Undercover Brother, make it clap like it’s thunder
Cause I’m black, stacking bundles is
it low if you want you dip it low Sharpshooter spending doe, Mithu Kuna seen it all, pleasure by invitation Jamaica to Singapore she got her booby fix
wake up and leave
While i wake up n scrape up my weed
Shake my sheets
Cook food
Time for p
While she went nude
To NYC
Mrs bizz i call her
Please
from Japan
Traveling country to country I'm right on the beach got my feet in the sand
I had gonna run up a check
I ain't gonna do none of this by myself
niggas wishin they was me
Cleanin yall up
Call me mr clean
Air force ones and a fresh white T
In other words I'm the angel to be
Dont listen to me
Christian rapper go by the name, Immortality
One of the hottest in the game, don't get mad at me
I'm like a match, I'm on fire, blazing up the beat
I love reflecting on my life!
Yeah
Bless It
ADap Gynius, & Mr. Wildenfree
Well
You have to find a way to find balance in the dark
So you're not
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