Lyrics:
the conquerors never by the conquered
Will they walk through me
Will they break through stone
Cut through everything just to get my home
Their roots run deep
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance
a damaged combine
Like a tunnel through an
Iron porcupine
Time seemed so slow when your that age
Now it's too fast for the years to rush past
Ashtrays by
like Adam fuckin Eve
Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees
[U-God]
I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
The answer
It's a long winding road
And I walk with you
Rolling thru this life
Thru the trees over fields wet with dew
With the sun coming up
And another day in
in by endless trees
Victims beaten or tortured
Bled on the dew-drenched floor
Ages passed on this earth
Like moths to flame
Gathered in this circle
grace
If you don't understand Im an acquired taste
I do my own thing
We was just some stoop kids look at us know
Running through the city - look
Of the future waiting
And in this safe haven
Windows open but we let no rain in
It's the oxygen
And they are the trees
Cause it is peace found piece by piece
he the trapper of the year (he the trapper of the year)
I got bitches, make 'em do it by they self (I got bitches, make 'em do it by they self)
While
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Guess who's back from the land of the nomads
Land of the scallywags, land of the toerags
Land where they don't
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
You're the coward of the year
I'm so laborious, bright
Its a wreck in dire vocabulary
Adversaries will
the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here
Like a song through the trees
the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear.
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here
Like a song through the trees
the aerial view
No bury of view, experience make me wary of few
Barely a few can see until the itinerary is through
15 years passed, change is so quick
It's me
Beside the clouds, beside the trees
Branded where she lie
A story spoke, and iron broke
The hole within the sky
Through the steel, a warmth so real
into your eyes
So I’m
Rolling through the days on my iPhone
Driving in the night when the sun goes
As time passes by and my life flies
I'm sipping
I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty
I'm bound by desire
I'm bound by the duty
I'm coming back in 500 years
And the first thing I'm gonna
on that field
Guys doing time when combine over 200 years
Cried so many tears throughout the years
Ion know how to feel
Ptsd got my mental scared got me
ancestors hung from ropes
We was slaves
But we was natives to this land too
200 years and these crackers acting brand new
The whole time they done benefited
through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all,
It's only right that I go out the same way
makin' sure the tramp trap right
Double M, went and got it stamped twice
Get one of them peons that he with, you get half price, half pint
Come through
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
exhausted, from working 3 times more and still getting payed less by the hour
So can we start by accepting that privilege exists
Cause if we look down, our
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