Search results for 'till i get my way dvdlive by the black keys' Page #11

Black media right
Trust the God of the universe and don't believe the hype

Not from outer space but my God is in the heavenlies
Milky Way intonation I

are suffering
Souls are imprisoned
Under the skin
Set my soul free again
Our souls
I will shine
With stars
I will go
So far away
I will get lost
Again
I

You want some smoke better have you a bag
Lil n**** from the trenches back way in my past yeah
I remember I was in last yeah
Askin' ma dukes for some

my head till I'm dead!
Analyse the field of play and I create a strategy right off the bat all the way at the back of These back alleys
Black Ralphie

me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)

I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like

spit it, you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss

nigga ain’t up next
Got these bitches upset
But either way the shit goes down
Ima ball with my day one niggas hold it down for the set
Get the cake that

lovin one only 
Don't let these blood suckers through it
Fucking shoot'em
Stephen Curry from the corner or the top of the key
Water my seeds properly so

Started biggin up my friends
And pickin up the shit they kick
The realest that I've ever been
But notice that I been the shit
They comin by to get a whiff

Starin' Through My Rear View

2Pac

Gang Related [Original Soundtrack] [Clean]

1997

with them Outlawz
Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
But still we keep mashin' till our dreams come through
Starin' at the world through my

belt, did it all by myself
I was walking through Hell, couldn't even get help
I was all on my own, now they're calling my phone
Asking me to do favours,

Brother I'm
Just tryna
Take flight
Black and white brother
Pick the one who
Get life
Laying low key
Just an
Everyday life
You girl start choosing
Froze up

in black grim reaper
Walk with the scythe at my hip
It's bad bitch nation
Creep by TLC at the top of my list
I tried to compete but the ref wouldn't

back in
I'm tired of living in sin
A pillar of salt
Been looking back there
Trying this all on my own
Pick it back up
And try it again
Till I had read in

the African Willy Lynch
The African mind has been blind ever since
We were taught that we were second rate
And I ain't knew it till I listened to the chords

like keeno
Yeah we know g code stay key low
That's low key, you can't be judging me g you don't know me
I'm packing up bags on the way to the drop, they

energy, so tell me if I feast, 

What's that mean for you, how does that further me, I don't want to eat by my lonely, so of course I'll bring a few, who

White b black b feel on my adidas
I know what mami want
The gbedu wey go make dance
Dollars, designers
Cruise that get her dripping
Things that get me

screw her
Cause she got a best friend that's way cuter
I might scoop her in my Be
They all know I'm up next like I'm queued up, get bread than I boot up

Rottweilers I woof the beats in Valhalla
On God I'm divine I been blessed by Allah
On the porch spittin flows I feel like Don DaDa
I ain't tryna get ya bitch my

Devoted all my time to all these fakes, and I can't think fast
I used to think that fitting in was cool, till they put me last
I remember when they called

upon
To finally overcome this
Downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears

The fearless type

The very first thing i remember in
My early childhood is

Just open up those gates
Got a peephole on the key
Can't quite get it beyond me
Moment replay hear you breathing reassures what I can't see
Momentary

refused to get beached
So Ima scream until you hear me yo

I'm feeling like a problem 'cause I don't fit in a box
My body feeling alien, my stomach be in