Lyrics:
the sick, the poor and the alone.
Searching for a way to climb upon that throne.
In the valley of the gods, all becomes clear.
All that you seek will be right
barely stay on the beat, fuck me
I feel the heat, I want to break you like debris (I feel free)
I want to fight those rappers 'til they live in fear
They
when i purposely perverted the worse clone that i own
and let him roam first
so God created man to stand alone
and now i only trust my angels
and even
[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
a conspirac
It's no use
Lights are on but no ones home
Point me to the fuse box
I just have a short fuse for those
Programmed by the news
Average and medium
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting
You're influenced by web nonsense
Decapitated, subconscious
They sell sick justice and suffrage
Keep glorifying drug dealers
Hold guns to save our poor
hide n seek
And they fucking forgot him
Sick to my stomach that I
Fucking did nothing and sat back
I may as well help put
The cheese in the rat trap
they've done
They were three wise men just trying to have some fun"
Look who's alone now
It's not me, it's not me
Those three wise men
They've got a semi by
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?
Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
me
Everytime you seein me
Is this the way you treatin me?
Erica choose
You, you gotta love me or leave me alone
('Cause I'm so sick of this)
You, you
(Lyrics / Music--Lou Reed) Published by MGM Music
([???])
("Get your fingers in.")
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another
percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up
a business man
How I give yo ass the business
I got dubbed by bad bitches
Went and got some badder bitches
And I like the women
Who don't like no average
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
Mother knows that her daughter found love
In the arms of a poor mountain man
Her Father tells her, have nothin' to do
With the boy from the high mountain
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
of that War fuck war
we can take it to the streets muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet
never ride alone 'cause I roll one deep
black
Eat the Rich
Feed the earth
Don’t take it no more
For the lives of those to come
Walking alone amongst the planets
Draining the lifeforce of the earth
this fight alone but I don't care
Are you sick enough to ruin my world
Cause I'm sick enough to be the underdog
I'm tired to preteding with those people
would you really?)
If you were prey in the animal kingdom would you choose to sleep alone? (Nah)
Would you help me on the street if you heard the shit I'm
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