Lyrics:
in a yacht
Then it's back to the Porsche in the lot
3 Deep with a boy and a band
Next flight from the states to the mother land
We already seen
COMMENTATOR 1:
Were off.
England looking to get forward. Strong start by the boys in white, keeping the ball well. Long ball forward by Hope, but
Buried way down deep beneath the Earth
Lie the seeds of a harvest
Planted by a mortal man
Delivered by the hand of an angel
Known to be dressed
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
a fast one on ya
Never really cared for superficial
If it ain't deep, I don't wanna know ya
Time is of the essence, so gotta go
Leave a message
hectic!
What an incredible sound
The President's down
The crowd distracted by the sounds of 3 rounds
Some say 2, but who's counting?
While Lee bouncing out
"you will be mine!"
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Lit by the touch of his spellbinding bride
His hungry fires burning deep inside
From freezing forests cold howled Ymir's breath
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew
And then step to the next cue, let's do it again y'all
That
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Why do
of Handsome Lake
He drank your poison, swallowed your fire
And lay with fever four long years
He received a vision so inspired
Three messengers with
Blood for Blood without rewards
(Dom PaChino)
Deep in the hot sands of Savannah, stands a rhymin' highlander,
Mental expander with all the propaganda
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
Dive deep
Stay warm by the fire
Like light to the flies
Release me
Attached to my mind
Like this for some time
Blow wind in the chimes
Forgetting my
Deep Green Dark Chaos
Blinded I run down these paths
By heart I know them
They lead to the searing cliffs
Stout they stand above the water's edge
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
his long yellow hair,
And also by his feet.
She plunged him into well water, where
It runs both cold and deep.
"Lie there, lie there, Love Henry,"
telling me silent waters run deep
So their knowledge I'II always seek
They are telling me,
A nation without its past history
Is like a tree without roots
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
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