Lyrics:
The dogs we've left to die
This slate is a burial ground
With cataracts and cancer bound
I leave you to fetch your purpose
Eternal return
Until I
and blow
And dip to go and trip to no, return
And think to know, to think to no, return
The past is never where we think left it
First of all, I'm second
oils and laid in the sun by the women
Hidden in riddles the way of the middle
Deciphered in silence unravelled like some kind of sweater
Then wait for
cried for him in time
The return solar, we on the ride forward
The reverse not workin'
Sometimes we collide, the Black sky full of supernovas
the MAC-10
We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard
Niggas going no mas, when the bullets go in him
You
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
(Faxonly you goin' crazy)
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Eight in the mornin', I'm awakaned by the birdies
Bet I have a call about a bag by 8:30
throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
That's ran by the icon who just left
we both had
Against the inner voice
I guess some people never learn
They drive the story to a point of no return
You wanted more than your
The balconies of the hotel, lay still waiting for us
Asking God for our return, dusk will only know
When will you be able to grow another inch?
of your license plate
N-W-A."
[REFRAIN (x2)]
She was Chubb-y and
ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
part of my private stock and
ridin in the relax
frame
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
food
What will happen to the farmers
Post covid the world bank talks about helping countries get back on track
In return for structural reforms
Are tens
business
Too much monkey business
For me to be in by ten
Someone talkin' to me
Tryin' to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it
C'mon try it
You can
with
That's oil and water trying to mix on the same surface
[Mr. Lif]
I got a job at a business place I chose not to name
Ask me how did I achieve
eternity written on their hearts
But their intellect and primal pleasure always seem to get the better, caught up
Mesmerized by the shadows they sink in
in, in
Stop, don’t you feel the tension in this place?
Hearts drop at the mention of correction there is hate
By the Kings command I address you in His
maiden my heart belongs to thee
It could be three years or more fore I return to this shore
May our love have not gone cold
For it's a promise this ring
The shadows lined up by the walls wait their turn
And in turn, I will return
When all is well
I'm toothless, found wanting
Buy lockets of time
Tribute for
Oil Beatz oil Beatz
Naah kurwa, to jest swag
A nie kurwa, jak ty się ubierzesz w
Jakieś ciuchy dla skejtów
Kurwa, jakąś bluze z przecenu se kupisz
lives are
Driven by these men?
Now that oil is worthless
And toilet roll pure gold
Maybe we can wipe away
The shit that we've been sold
Nurses now are
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises
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