Lyrics:
some paper, some money
Is you going out? I don't know foo
Most the times I'm drained, I'm on roku
Other people be your problems that be so true
You gotta
eternal revolt.
In the dance of leaves, to the sound of thunder,
The Guara Wolf sings the song of preservation.
Among ancient trunks, marked by time,
Manna rains from hell as you revel in smut
Visions of the new world order
Finally coming true
We shall dominate, take over your lives
Going
the world is to know that you're near
The sound of your voice is the only thing I want to hear
Oh baby, losing you should my only fear
Oh, you don't even
Wrong about the feeling, wrong about the sound
But right to say we would stand down
An hour went by without a fighter in the sky
You said there's
conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the be -A-D
be -O-why, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
[Loon]
Check it out,
sounds
We are the serpants of unholy time
The true deadbelivers of eternerty
\"seven sins the devils will
Serpants shell rise\"
In the night all
You and the one you're dreaming of are standing near
By the side that you dream on and suppose, that you're the one
That you're dreaming of
I know
Molly M-M-M-Molly
Such a curious name
I say it again and again
And it still sounds just the same
Molly M-M-M-Molly
Turns my lovelight
ride
Chorus 2X: Yogi
Loungin' wit my Cru uptown
With the drop town down, with the funky sounds
Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be
(Forever)
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Remind me of mama cleaning, word up (forever)
Grown Folk Music, you know what it is
Uh (forever),
Disconnected or completely connected with God
The hell-hound spellbound where destiny lie
The bells sound, knelt down, the effigy cry
A couple rappers want
excuse it all the same
This is the real thing
And I'll drive you insane I'm waitin 4 you then
You know it's true baby
Cause I feel rhythm
Wait
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
wouldn't a made it right.
And however pathetic it sounds upon it's hearing it's true I have been tried
And have tried, and god knows I've asked him why
there's nothing left to lose
What if that isn't true
Come closer now
And hear the sound
Love's calling out
the sound
B-boys turning on the ground
Probably keep turning till the earth stops turning around
Now I'm guessing
Its refreshing
To be checking
Emcees
Hear that train rollin' down the track
Passin' by this old shack
Whistle blow and it blow again
Just a lonely sound comin' through the wind
When I wake up in the morning time
I like to see you sleeping by my side
I think about the nights we had before
Wanna give you this and more
Let
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means.
And the months turn into years
You gotta know by now that only God sees all those tears (oh)
When you cry cause it hurts
It doesn't mean that you're not heard
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
of the true, the glitty-glitty glock, tick-tock.
Crabs, I stop Piru, yo,
Your momma can suck a dog's dick and die.
Chicken little Crab, scared of the red
of a girl is true
Kentucky in the morning
Trimmed in green and blue
Kentucky in the morning
I was only passing through
There's a bird that sings
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