Lyrics:
wrapped inside your locket
I light a bottle rocket
Are there any ghosts
Inside your house at supper time
Que sería de mis dos hijos
Sin sobrevivir a los
The world see him coming out our eyes, while benefiting on our slow demise
Hypnotized by the token prize, and falling for the shit every time
I’m in a mood
Never know what I might do
You’re tight with the crew
Sike get tied by the goons
Time for the snooze never know what you might lose
When
here, my friend
Even now we're marching on
Say then when your spirit
Is carried away by God's hand
Will it tarry? Will you see us?
Will we understand
that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga whats up with that
Letting the devil get in, to the pen
Devils pretending to be friends
We
played off instead
Real soul?
I try
Taken me aback by the look that's in your eyes
Blood red dead stare yeah I'm running out of time
I can hardly see my
your hand priceless pearls of time
Like a sovereign coin to spend every day
You are not possibly Shah of time
Know thyself reflect every day
Play
to find me
Can't keep reaching my hand, cause when I did, you left it in fire
I done messed up too many times
You ain't with the run around
Kills me inside
Fact is that to an extraordinary extent
Uh By comparative standards the US
Is a business run society
Which means that human rights are subordinated
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
point
That I'm not living my life by your all mighty standards
You're so standard to me
I've been sitting in my room
Not waiting on texts from you
No I'm
me
For so long in time I've hoped inside
Finding you would someday be shown in my life
I wished I prayed I wondered your name
I continued night after
lonesome just going through the motions
Still get high by my lonesome taking unknown doses
For every one step forward I took a thousand back
But look
and welcome to Hurlingham
Park. You join us just as the competitors are running out onto the
field on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
We are a people who have historically been on the verge on extinction
We have been at many times, under much stress
Since being brought into this
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad
comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad
As they are in the corporate pocket
Turn your pain to a profit
But then claim to be the people's prophet
Purposely repeat the nonsense dictated by evil
it's time for me to die now
Fire my breath, I light the sky when it's night out
My name's carved in her thigh, souls tied she mine now
She hates I wanna
I'll do my tap dance in my lonesome paradise
Clapping my hands till I get to catch some flies
cnd I'm tired of falling down that hole
Please do me
(and stay)
Good morning love, it's me again
As Christmas day begins again, I think of you
I know that time has passed us by
I tell myself to stop
tend to write
(Suck) are standard, I set the standard, try to
Stand in my stance, ran it by you, graphed the
Diagram, slide with a slant rhyme from my
Caffeine on the daily since I was 19
Get my hand dirty so my rhymes are clean
Won't change the past with a time machine
Oohh it's all worth it, mm yea it's
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