Lyrics:
Just a young boy
From an old city
Raised by a fake nun
And a cold hippie
Life's a bitch when you tell her whatcha want
But I got her like Chris,
of life, my loss of life
Forced to open my wound once again, and not knowing what there's to find
As sworn to a life in silence, why can't I leave this
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job
The governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care
a knife
I'm sworn by oath to the hip-hop life
Less live drums, less guitar strumming
Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming
Not by force, by want
I could've sworn that you knew my conscience was not clean,
You fade in and fade out.
Crawling up into nothing at your feet.
You're going
My love she is a gentlewoman
Has her living by the seam
I know how she has provided
This night for me and my foot-groom
He is gone to Annie's door
To the battle, I am sworn [?]
Beaten down to the pulp for being different
You question old tradition, they just say you superstitious
Like a snake that eats its
out the air like blue tooth
I'm a sandwich short of a picnic
Ignorant thoughts come across
You've sworn that I written this but I didn't
So maybe it's
already know we in beast mode
Man you already know a nigga pass that
Everybody false flaggin', man you already a nigga blessed
You already know, you
black, I turn to
The tyrant of night, consume the seas
Sworn enemy, distant I watch light's defeat
Pouring void, this canvas of gray, a fight astray
Know they can't touch em
Airborn from here on been sworn in
Fat pockets cause I took chance
Even when they were slim i'm in the air
All I want is
Never safe from a tormented heart.
Battered by the crushing waves.
To All-Father, I pledge my sword of war.
To thee, I have sworn to slay all that
We finally found the treasure
It was in some cave somewhere
Dude I could of sworn there was a sleeping dragon there man but anyways
We found this
by remote
Load up the cavalry's, no salaries, the keys
The life's memories, strife bringing the thieves
Cut the heads off, hide in the loft, don't
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
this my best shot
Sorry for all the fights
Arguments out of spite
Compliments of my pride, not the apology type
But I cried me a river
Sick of soakin' in
It burns like fire in your heart
Scorched by a flame so dark
A fatal desire in your soul
For a brief sense of control
The time that you kill, it
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet
Get beat by your master when you can't behave
Only thing they got in common, they tryna get paid
See money is a thang, cause I know with money I could
of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips, pints
And fifths of asses, burnt to ashes
You've been spined, twisted, blistered and spun up in and lifted
Shit
I remember it like it just happened
I could've sworn it was a dream
But in reality it hit me like a nightmare
Or at least that's how it seemed
I
schoolin' up until the
Time I was ten
But the bullfrog right before he
Hopped away
Well I could have sworn I heard him say
Your world is still in the tadpole
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