Lyrics:
will be mine
Surrounded by pine
Smoking the trees with the homie Don Pease
Exhale with ease
Damn what a tease
Back to reality
You don't want to battle
Your window im indianna stoney a rollin rock
Hair blowing back in the wind Im holding on this life
Golden grams on grams palm trees out by the back
Trigger happy Sadly mistaking They won't pull It
400 years held in physical bondage
Lost tribe of Shabazz in indigenous continent
We were stripped of our
years later, it’s a cold case
All we see are words in the books
Graves by the graves
Power on 'em
Power on 'em
Power on 'em
Power on 'em
GREEN YELLOW
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some
continue
To help em out
That's life and it is what it is
You only get one life to live
One life to live
One life to live
Only stay young a few years
So fuck
come for free
I'm planting money trees
Please, keep the shade off me
I need a mil by the time that I'm thirty
Only making, I'm a savage
Whatever I want
And my own blood, was everywhere
And it was my birthday last month, by the way
I am two years old and learning how to walk again
And upon discovery
It's
Every man and woman who walks through that door carries their entire history Name a year I’ll tell you where I’ve been
I don’t have a bad but
yesterday
You had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady
Idiot wind
Blowing
yesterday
You had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady
Idiot wind
Blowing
When morning comes
Let's forget it's ever dark
You hold me close
We go walking through the park
Bright dove-tipped trees
Urban arteries in bloom
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
Pretending I was him
No matter, how hard I try
No matter, how many tears I cry
No matter, how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye
He always took care
multiplies
The monuments of man
Now become vessels for pestilence
It was a cold bitter wind
And it blew and it blew
It blew through the trees
And the wilted
by the drum,
1-This METAPHYSICAL is holding fronto rolling bats so, so fat,
By the years I'm getting so close to the truth I can see why they wants
with the trees,
With the wind and the leaves,
Pink & white memories,
Stay by the cherry blossoms, blossoms
I'll sway with the trees,
With the wind
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For
is so rich,
it’s filled with trees.
I could spend a lifetime,
exploring it.
Every branch that breathes,
every bird that sings.
And now they sing
(For
me
In the many years and ages past
Will they ever share the answer
Of the legend tales and times gone by?
Walking through the mystic forest
I'm
We are stones in the garden
Strong as Earth and old as time
We are stones in the garden
Rolling through the trees and the dreams and the meadows
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
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