Lyrics:
stained tussle
Short norm no store name brand by the name of Russel
Saddle up on the search for the pure soul stone
Leap frog defog on a old cold load
Deep
subjective.
I'm in your storm, I'm moved by your beauty
It's the rain and the wind,
The appearance and intelligence
I want this and I turn you away
I can't
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
It's Decoration Day
And I've a mind to roll a stone on his grave
But what would he say
"Keeping me down, boy, won't keep you away"
It's
sons
And fuck your top five if I ain't your top one (woo)
These raps written in blood, I got lit off the buzz (uh-huh)
Know how I'm feelin' this bud
Remember Pun, I snatched away the moon and blew away the sun
(I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned)
Remember Pun, the one with over
when the path seems unknown
Like slow your roll my child, stay in the zone
Go to your room and close the door
Go be alone, don't be casting them heavy
Gospels carved in stone
A3
Falling into the abyss
Left your existence inside the void
Free will's self-sacrifice, a dark game to roll the dice
Temptation
rain
Oh baby, but when I kiss your lips
The clouds begin to roll away
Uh, down to my finger tips
I feel the happiness each day
Oh, my Mama said
performance
And by the way, your life is a VV stone charm
They take the land and then detect who all can come
But I tell you with a long sleeve, I bear arms
of sand &
Not a drop of water
Starving families with mothers, sons, and daughters
The heart of man turns away from nature;
Will quickly harden to stone
I'm with em
But when I'm away, I'm emotionally pardoned
Didn't mean to break your hearts, yo I'm sorry
Seriously, For a minute I was guilt ridden
Cause
The weight of every curse upon Him
One final breath He gave
As Heaven looked away
The Son of God was laid in darkness
A battle in the grave
The war
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
I am a son of the resurrection
I am redeemed by Your blood
And in You there is no condemnation
Oh I'm covered by Your love
You rolled away the stone
nigger
After cannonballs
Now we are stone cold killers
So who's controlling your mind
It's done by design
Until we were colonized we weren't even
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
with no release
While we dying just to keep the Peace up So to speak
Break the wood roll the leaf
Grip the grain show ya teeth
It's time to ride this who
dance)
And the gentlemen go by (dead can dance)
Rattle and roll and shake your funny bones
From cradle to the rave - To the final masquerade
We're dancing
mercy for the weak
Run away and spread the word
Fear the sons of the golden horde
On your knees and hail our lord
Fear the sons of the golden horde
they were done said this, “Our time is past,
Thus day by day we pine away and come to this at last.”
Next came the cottage loaves, and there, upon
nigga holla at Fox
Young broad go around in them custom drops
And it's nothing to grab the nines and spit at ya
Bare broke, to roll your stones like Mick
Keep on shining in the sun
Sunny days
Melt away everything, son
Walking on sunshine
Not the only one
It's Sun-day…hey…almost monday
And life's just begun
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