Lyrics:
they minds with my halfway lies and faggot pageantry
And now, I beseech thee
Yeah mo be there over and under
The drum machines and creepy piano
understanding
I walk through theses woods
I carry this deadwood
I am determined to see this through
Driven only by the guilt and the shame of giving up
be there
No one is to blame
She's the only one, but something's wrong here
Disturbing silence starting to creep in
It's passing by them
Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That
of your car
And then skip back excited to wherever they are.
I take risks in the stall while they talk by the bar.
I won't go back outside 'til my
He's running wild through the streets at night
But he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day
He's got a clip-on Spydarco knife
But it's just
supreme so i get it all for free
plus, benefits smoke benedict ???? i send my troops for him, but now they want me
'cause my real man stands by my
without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just begun
A nightmare flick, visions of swingin' the pool stick
Depicted by near death, I
In my life, all the thoughts I have how strange they seem
In my life, they must have been planted there by evil beings
In my life, got to find
the freedom, breathed the air from eastern liberated land
Survived the land of sorrow
And saw the door that opened up the way to go
Were there signs from
[Esau]
All these kids today screaming underground, do they know what it means
To make 7 albums, work everyday and go hungry just to chase your dreams
I'd rather feel that to see and when I run there is
Nothing that can hold me up
I had a hot streak one time it helped to make
Up your mind and now
Further and further away (x4)
[Violent J]
My compass spins outta control
Which way do I go to get outta this hole
I've come so far that I've lost my
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
you're the one they call the liar
in the night while you lay sleepin'
but your mind still lies awake
out there deceiving
I don't want to let go
Far away the sky is turning grey
Although the sun is shining above right here
No, I won't let the fish eat you...
And of course I know they wouldn't
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
Yo, is you out there I see you
Slim thick with the curly
Hair I wanna meet you
Wanna go & travel the world? Yeah me too
Matching furs out in the cold
cut
It, they're propagating Satan, they're
Propagating the demonic mind
The occultic world and I think it's
A devastating frame on our culture
Yeah,
Cause everything that goes up
Comes falling down
Don't wanna be there alone
If you live by these words
"Don't be too cool" you find me beside you
In
my chest
Pour out of myself
And in a corner I should rest
Rain there in the shelf
Then I'd be soaked up
By words of mountaintops
To finally have spoken
art
There are flames on my arms tattooed right here
Bury me alive, disappear underground
Where they found me before I ever had this career, mm
I
all the way, together
The night ain’t over, not over
We can get all the way, together
The night ain’t over, not over
Now I go back home
But over there
Till she woke up one day and
Her friend count was zero
Back in '04, there was a really mean blog
Written by girls who hated Katy's songs
Ten years
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