Lyrics:
a dick in your palm
As big as your arm, we somewhere else now
A hospital uh! Get ready for the operation
Lot of guys chilling behind you, blasts from
on
Pushing pushing
You gotta complete your mission
Oh
You've been in my hand
This is all God's plan
You just gotta understand
Your in the palm of my hand
Now
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
hold me in the
palm, The palm of your hand
You never let me go
You hold me in the
depths, the depths of your heart
You hold nothing back
So you can
Ras Baraka
God Shaped us in the Darkness of Our Own Mind Blew breathe in the palms of our hands fashioned the wind at he footsteps of our enemies
of his glasses
he left on a pillow
by your right cheek.
He makes a fresh pot of coffee
for everybody,
and screams in sacred fractals
and New York City
six, fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Toccara
And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that
east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
a Nigga who'll get you right
Into a hospital bed when I split your head
Until I see you up in the ICU and sitting up watching every
Episode- to every show -
like the world in the palm of my hands
But it washed away
And you was the life of the party
Designer all on me alexander my body
I got me some racks
around punk, battle for cream nigga
[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
your love
In the palms of his hands
He just wasn't unsatisfied
I said he lied, alibied
And he had to have another girl
Right there on his side
memories all the good times stay in the past
Small kids with a big laugh
Never thought that yours wouldnt last
On the freeway going like ninety
We was just
screen
Shuffle me right into your deck
Draw a king or a queen
Bluff it all for the best
And you may not have the answers in the palm of your hand
And I
on
I'm tryna stay in shape
I lift weights and eat grapes
Cause it elevates my mind and my body
It's so hard we get simple
Body is your temple
That's why
can't front
Ha ha ha ha ha
If they respond too late to the 911 call
They find you on the floor with a razor blade in your palm
Deep cuts an inch wide
right eat right
In the building make sure the babies eat right
Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm
Make me catch a flashback
inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture
it right now
(gunshot) Oh shit
Awwwww you motherfucker! The
Next one will kill you ohh
Son of a bitch you shot me in the ass
I never been a bitch in
palm-a
Cocoa butter skin glistening by the water
Vacation with me and somebody daughter
Hate waiting, so don't miss your departure
It's all up to you
terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto
time the beef is on, I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto
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