Lyrics:
escape
Dark visions worse
Than an exorcism
Flashbacks feel like a
Crash back
Im finna lash back
Ascension
Finna crash
Back to the back
And Make
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
[Farma Giles]
Operatic strangler, old English torpedo
Phantom of the street, ghost in the cathedral
Don't say you saw, no one will believe you
I
Shit man
There's 3 things I ain't ever seen
A UFO
A faithful hoe
And a pussy with a pink-slip
Church
Gotta have you on my team
That's the only way
that bitch alive without a bruise
If I was white I can run in your church and shoot the members
They will put a vest of me and then they'll treat me
Hershey squirt in your pants, Ain't gonna crash land
Bermuda Triangle, fallen angel or ufo
Turbulence imagine an ambulance
Start to shit your pants, death
source or a source within in the mistreatment if any of our kings, queens princes or princesses will not be tolerated by nobody not the oppressor
and
Hacked up left on your back stretched cutty
I'll fuck your ass up
I'll stab you into the past tense buddy
You ain't survivin' this crash
The impact will
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
The bosses ran by the corporates
I'm bossing feeling I'm morphing from orphan to organ i might be worth sum
Grandma used to wanna fight to go to church Or sum
ain't shit sure damn will
Leave a pussy mother fucker on a thin wheel
And thin line the circus hiring you it still
Easy thing to do is crash out
You know
A suspect nigga overheard and got bashted
New York will grab you in the five gates where willies operate
And scared niggas go to Church to see another day
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
got me growing imma keep on going
(Let's Go)
My light bright keep on glowing
My height high ufo-in
But Dis ain't sci-fi
I stay connected like the wifi
will scrub off this makeup
We are conditioned in society based on faulty mathematics
The church of her body set on fire by five different arsonists
Into the hands of fate
An alien UFO
Innocence was lost this day
When a bullet took a life
Sanctioned by the syndicate
Conspiracy
Of the fourth kind
Into the hands of fate
An alien UFO
Innocence was lost this day
When a bullet took a life
Sanctioned by the syndicate
Conspiracy
Of the fourth kind
forth-on this space trip/
Fr version by Joe Fellaga
J’étais dans ma station à travailler sur les docks (quai) Quand soudainement un jour
J’ai reçu un appel
I was raised in the church
Was taught the stars were the limit
And the sky was my perch
Ever since I was young was taught to think for myself and
But
you
Strapped up in church
Cause I can't trust the preacher
Pain anger fear darkness all in your heart boy
Dreams will he live them
Or get called in
grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your
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