Lyrics:
mind-state, no contest
Hot what I do so it takes a god to do what I must
Never had no trust
'cause niggaz will snitch
Go on some other shit real quick
nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some gurrillas
With shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need
then I'll pick the pen up
With the strength of ten men (Amen)
Don't you forget your favorite goof ball
Gluten free rapper
Wearing chucks with the flannel
writin' struck by lightning
Pop you gone changed, who planned it
What planet? I thought I had it, damn it
Amazing craze lost in a speed chase
My mind is
virtues
Make this game deserve you
It's good if it hurts
State of mind black and purple
These dark shades make dark
Days much less hurtful
And my odd ways
my opps
Then my lot step out, try get them guys shot
(Bow, bow) it is what it is
That's a state of mind 'round my block
Step with a sawn 'cause
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
of life, the ills of men
John Wayne Gacy, Charlie Manson, killing again
I'm released from the penitent, mind state militant
Bombs underneath the tent,
born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smilin' on you but he's frownin' too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
me and the homie Diablo at the corner by the border
I heard of these mfuckas trying to creep ten deep and how they want me and my dogg to get the fuck
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
'cause the United States sponsored
all in my face
Flavored grape
Boy I'm not surprised
You been talking shit
Yeah I heard
Now you wanna lie
I don't think you're ready for this state
A mate had OD'd,
I could feel your heart beat
I miss you never met you; X-O-M-C
Boys don't cry they prefer bawlin
Not shot callin. Teardrops fallin
I'm
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
when i goes to park at 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way
soul and my time
That's been the state of my mind
Now a days staying inside
The confidence always divine
Songs on different vibes
Wondering why
I don't
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
gedealt hat
Hat mein Deal geklappt, dann war Ek bei Sony
Die Worte, die ich schreib
New York State of Mind
Fünfzehn Jahre später vom Bordstein auf eins
still awake then i guess i gotta chase it
Arisen resurrected with my pupils dilated,
Ain't no rest for the weary psychotic my mind state is,
On another
Sunday night, I went to dinner with my rellies
They said ‘Happy Birthday! Do you mind if we put the tv on?
It's nearly the final of Australian Idol
I told myself to go
Under ten feet of snow
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face
Under tainted light I did embrace
A medicated mind
Never knew
fo'
24 hours in a day I need ten mo'
Had to make sure it was cool baby, the call from up top
Is it, is it cool?
I'm a federal hoe nigga do shit
closing in on who I used to be
Whithin my mind rage roaming free
Insomiac state of inebriety
Turned my back on what's sanity
I'm on my own...
I can't
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