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to gases like air. Matter can exist in several different states, including solid, liquid, gas, and plasma, and these states are determined by the arrangement
its head above the waves, and cried, “o lord, I’m drowning!”
Oh! Who could think of shaving when informed by the barber,
That a speaking sea monster
spiritual things
Aye o
Aye o
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye o
Aye o
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
By the power of the Holy Ghost
By the power of the Holy Ghost
We are birthing
shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my
Cliche
Shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles
Hit the wicked ways
Gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
Look up but fuck ugly
Techna
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
know I'm not the G-O-A-T
F-L-O-A-T
Fuckin' Lamest of All Time
Bro that's me
Stick around long enough and you're gonna see
I'll disappoint you time
When I dream I can find myself safely
Nothing past the calm surface that I can keep
I felt held, wasn't burdened by the same deep hurt I escaped from
we're bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words will tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a papercut
Right now I don't know why
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O
stanchezza, seri,
dicevan “TU, non esisti”
Ho gettato mio figlio da una rupe, o forse è caduto,
di certo io ne avevo voglia...
Cento vite
cento morti
cento
To the tune of “Perfect Day” by Lou Reed
[Verse 1]
Morphological
Limitations will include
Gill thickness
cnd surface area to
Gill morphology
Cannot
came to drop it
The prophet is to love each other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our love by go get Africa
[Lord Superb]
Harmony,
mo' trial
Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
Will my development arrested by the government
Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life
and get this off my chest
By digging up the skeletons to finally confess
Wait, am I losing it?
There's an itch under my skin
Is this pain another sin?
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O
Paroles originales en Ewe :
Tia tia na sro dede me nye nu yi foa asi o
Mô sia yô kple nuklinu sô wo dede
Ne nugôme sese bliblo fo eta kola,
Sro
a heart beat before the verse finish
But life goes on, basic rules still apply
And you can feel that lot in any hood that you live by
From Flatbush,
elite
Fucking peasants couldn't kiss her cheek
That's why I can't believe her address reads
A P.O. Box in Ohio
Just a random PO Box in Ohio
Shit hole
the sunrise
To every muhfucking ocean
Anchor got me by tha feet
I'd rather be floating
I like that deep shit
It's so hard to be surface
Sometimes ion wanna live
down like a solder
Cant bend
Won't fold
I've been treading treading water for the surface
Treading treading water
Treading treading water
I've been
You think you know but you don't know shit
You only know me on the surface
Mmm leave me alone
I can't stand ya
You think you know but you don't know
on surface
Look but I feel this good in so long I am living past In so long
I've been on my grind for so long so long so long
Moody moody moody moody I just
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