Lyrics:
Time after time you're surprised by my company
Try as I might, time after ti-eh-ime
I'm still surpri-ey-ised, ey-ised
Another day another dollar
Another
pray at the altar
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running
Cause otherwise I be gunning
You better respect
Cause in two
And so the third celestial sphere in proximity to the sun entered a new millennium
6 billion souls inhabiting 266 nations. Their resentment
Alexander on my body, body odi with the bang
This attire, you inquire to acquire
Real fire, got you singing like the choir
Hit the key, pass the key to my
time, got the paramedics tryna save lives;
Don't be thinking you can run and hide,
Got you duckin' for the trunk when i'm comin' by/
No lie, got
arrow and U betta look up
cuz U know that I'm comin' down
Got outta rehab in the spring
Started doin my thing
Had been to hell twice and I was only 17
appreciated by a powerful eye
As I understand, man is to cherish the land
As we coexist hand in hand
But as time has past
Man has created a vast
Mass
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
Yo, whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin with my man, Phesto, my man, A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope
Riding on a black horse
Lost another game again
Still got the clothed cards
Left in my left hand
A pair of black holes
Piercing into me
I play to win
only die once, you can't be dead again
Another bitch in my bed when you got here
Popped off in Delaware
Top price to fight anywhere
New years, it's
out my soul
Went from nobody to lower than Joe blow on a comedown
I feel run down
Think I’m done now
I got one round in this gun now
Don’t get gunned
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
helpin' every rip
The bitches say she want my money, need your soul, that's even gifts
If you thinkin' that's too much, then you can go in the fuckin' dip
it slow the dance floor becomes the sea
Souls connect by the hip when you dip I dip we dip
Strap on tight for the trip my hands on your waistline with
slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums
Yo I put my heart and soul into words in
Which I write, misguided by
gonna play this"
My soul, I was willing to trade
But I kept grinding; I'm willing to wait
It ain't my fault I'm in love with the culture
It ain't my fault
before how
My entire soul shine like a beam
Pop out with my chakra it gleam
All these addicts around me just wanna feign
Cut the addiction
Ima blast you
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
plus you stylish
I wonder what your sign is
You gotta be a Gemini
The way you strutting by in them heels
Got that mass whip appeal
Baby face, slim waist,
Justice is no good
People aren't behaving. We're misunderstood
They're not doing what they should. The head misled
Punk'd by another little toy. This is
as eloquent
We on the 365, one year flew by Know the eyepiece grinds and it's hard to find
Keep notebooks full of those warning signs Got a new meaning for
I reside above the bar
Ten years old in the choir as a boy
Who knew
Singing tenor I was tired ah my voice
Still kept the fire in my voice
Still got my
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