Lyrics:
the middle of a tree
We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But there's still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
bumping Illmatic by Nas
And overnight I let the rhymes take hold
Start writing from the soul 'til I could hold a mic expose the light
Oh he's just a white
soldiers pedal drugs by the pound
The scheme is to catch cream at a fast rate
Start movin' the product from state to state
Lay up and watch the profits
rhyme great for everyone’s mind state... Eh!
Chorus Repeat x1
Outro: Alucard (Spoken 8 Bar’s): (Slowly fades out towards end)...
愛してる日本の姫 彩音小野,
to clear my mind state
Now im feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for
the fucking flip
Cause once I come up off this next shit
You switch direction
That’s fine by me but come correct
They know the treasure where the X is
They
got ten good years left in my legs some day baby I won't have to beg
The first thing to go is not your mind you have known that for a long long time
the Golden Gate Bridge
My mind is in the solider state
Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Beretta's peel
leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield,
Puttin' in the Work
By: Sid Sosa, Tracy Sosa,
John McGonigle
818-371-6478
Verse 1
Pain, a state of mind
c grind to show em you ain't done
Not by
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
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
the dump followed by a yellow one
So icey feddi gang pussy keep them tommy guns
Chorus [x2]
the South to the West side
From the D I and where I love, Darkside, I forever got my pride
Forever guide my guys to a better mind state or phase
To replace
lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing
you outgrow your old self
And cast it aside
Don't remorse over the past, I'm
(happy in thought?)
Though my time for atonement
Kept passing me by
Try
And declared my lyrics illegal weapons in every state
So I can get five to ten for carryin a Papermate
Just a little bitty taste of this'll burn so bad
Embrace a state of same
And comfort in another level
Build our home to last forever
Hope that we grow old together
I'm so stuck
In a place I fell into
But
press correction
In the state of human collective
Our mind is separated
But can not work this separate collection
There’s perversion in our roots
we’re not in ghetto streets
Exaggerating the threat of violence
It’s a state of mind
That dictates reality
Evolution has no foresight
It moves like
Feelin like Scarface, desperado on the case
Niggas an ace, celebrate livin it great
Into your mind state, a lock front, but Flush straight
Over wound ya
[Chorus:] [2x]
Ask the niggaz in the streets who they anticipatin
I had to deal with the crackers sorry to keep you waitin
I'm outta jail now witness
To kill himself by overdosing and lived
He had the mind of a two-year old and drooled creamed corn
On his Thomas the tank engine sweater
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