Lyrics:
me got him by the throat
But he ain't dying
Everybody praying and they looking for the lamb
But he is a lion
Mic check three for
I ain't taking this no
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
like "ladadada"
Yea I lay back let my head bob, keep on thinkin' 'till my heads strong.
I don't really know what's going on, but im back on the truth
out
So i wrote us better
And i changed how it ended
My heart was murdered
And i caught u red handed
As we lay down
Under this dying tree my love
me at all times no wonder I shine
Off the green watch 'em leave fall back abandoned ship
Whole lotta void dying it's sick
See men overboard life's
Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman,
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
a word you said
You never told the truth
Dying sounds fine
As long as I am not
Breathing next to you
See I'm not a poet
I just had a few words to say
I
Like a wolf on the prowl
I ain't ever gonna howl
As soon as I lay my eyes on my prey
Now it's time to growl
Like a wolf on the prowl
Like a wolf
know my sound
Hold my crown
I should be known by now
Don’t bite down
Let’s have a vote right now
JD vs yo whole crowd
They know I run my town
Aye
They
light fingers
Secret sound
Secret sound
This is sound of the cold hearted truth
This is sound of the disaffected youth
The sound of a mother trying
And Stallings be calling, eviction notes on the door
And Henry's full of shit too, I want everything new
Come lay these fucking bricks bitch, or come see what I
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
down
Don't even make a sound, don't worry about a thing
I'm here to love you
My kisses are your crown and I'm your queen
So now lay with me my king
Don't even make a sound, don't worry about a thing
I'm here to love you
My kisses are your crown and I'm your queen
So now lay with me my king
I'm here
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
creation
Welcome aboard my spaceship
Where words become the clay and
Sculptures of sound I make 'em
Masterpieces
This my master thesis
One of my baddest
eventually
People keep doubting me, I’m dying to see
My people come back from out the sea
So we can reunite and fight this society
I know I sound crazy but
Lay 'em down in the ground never even made a sound
Peaceful 'till provoked is what we always fuckin' say
But truth be told I really want an excuse
you can do)
(You can do anything, anything you can do)
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?
what's here
Shooting a rocket flare
Knowing the truth is rare
But if you do by chance
Just listen and be aware if you
Lay with a fraud (Lay with a fraud)
my piece in boys then we can drink the wine
Drink the wine, drink the wine
Well, music, good friends, I'm not dying today
I may be six feet under,
soon to die
Due to the clips of a dirty cop
Well, who am I
Just another black man with some truth to utilize
And I move wise
'Cuz you dudes disguise
I
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