Lyrics:
of the world can’t taint this
I know cause I’m the vessel, it’s through me. I didn’t make this
One day at a time, step by step
One foot then the other, left
weak production
Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines,
your world is in a vice
It's praise that pushes through the wall of all adversity
An offering that flows to heaven in our time of need
Somebody say
had a seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If it's more than a quarter million, I'll count it twice
Pucci
It's assassination day, I stalk
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I
Black Skies here
Everywhere you go
Stranded here
In a new third world
Shoeshine shitfaced
Chemicals stored
Day by day
Its own reward
Little lord
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
by your side
One day together babe we'll flip the world upright
We're gonna flip the world upright
Don't speed to find me babe but don't you drive
voice inside my head
But then the darkness is broken into
By inescapable light from You
I'm never standing alone
You are my rock, my fortress, my
shelter, I just need a gun
Barricade the windows, and block out the sun
I always thought I would be eaten by a zombie
Who knew the end of the world would be
I been high
Yeah
I been low
Yeah
I been in my own world
I'm just so far gone
Just think of the happy places
Smiling happy faces
Listen
Inspiration
A whore, A witch is a witch
Answer to your name Elizabitch
Third world its time for switching
Watch how the tables are turning
We must abandon the sinking
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
Oniric visions
Of terryfing creatures
From another dimension, manipulate our subconcious,
To bring us to extinction
Born by aliens parents
(They)
down this Hennessy
Cold world, real cold world
I'm sitting back, thinking bout the mills we gon earn
Feeling sorry for these rappers ima kill, get an urn
-P. Barrett-
One of the greatest four letter words
My eyes have behold and my ears ever heard
I say every other thing come second and third
Love
the world everybody in young love
I was with my friends
Third street walking the promenade
Then you pass by like a shooting star
I started falling for you
chalk where I
Hopscotched way back
To the land where
The world was over
Such a long time ago
Woah
Where do I go from here
And they all disappear
Running
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
A circus in my mind
And I’ll never be content
All the things I’ve ever loved Taken by monsters in my head Am I allowed to live
In a pool of my regret
world correct
I shall step in the land and affect I connect and attract
The best of the best Lyrical Disciple
Blessed by the best and I rap to repel
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
who won
City's consumed by cold cases
Neighborhood paintings of faces (Dreams too)
Never forgotten (Long live)
World's rotten
Bullet holes blood stains
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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