Lyrics:
ending (they don't stop)
One girl, one God, I'll say that at my wedding (at my wedding)
Not gonna sell my soul, man, I got plenty
What you tryna tell me?
never ending feeling splendid things might go my way
Things are great I'm feeling good I'm feeling like it's Saturday
Working through the week and I'm
on a track, it'll be like wait
Sick em deliver, get to flipping
You be the victim and I’mma pick em off
Fix em with a quick, and I’mma knock division off
mera hook, karre meko book
Cuz I'm very natural jaise botany ki book
Zodiac sign pisces but I'm not mean (मीन)
Rap medical college hai aur mein uska dean
One, two… one, two… warning!... this song is very Emo…
(Intro)
Today I threw the compact, she left in my car... out the fuckin’ window… it seems so
off myself in a full black jacuzzi
Started by playing, I hop out a coup
Living my best life
I'm loving my mother as well as my father
You know that I
Got to Do with It
Whats love got to do, got to do with it
We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art
Got to Do with It
Whats love got to do, got to do with it
We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art
to feel it Gonna feel it when you feel it really feel it keep the feeling by any means feel it to the very end
When you got it you got it ain't no way that
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
I've been revving in the alleyway with seven allies on the way
While heaven high off that Cali wave
Red eyes on the T's I cross then club my green
house on a summer night last year
Cuz I would always believe in it
Got notebook pages full of pencils, Eminem tracks were my stencils
My rhymes jump off
off the straight and I roll
When you slip, hollow tips are sharper than an arrow
Bout to swang by that sun, is wait for me be right back
I'ma roll
guess I'm just)
I'm gone, aint ever coming back
Space bound, my shuttles on track
I'm through with all the cracks and The crap
I used to be sap, no more
at least lose track of what we had
Now I lay me down to sleep
There's a very special place in Hell for us
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
There's a very
trying to make you think twice
About the direction you’re in, it’s not very nice
And if you lead by example, you’re number one
This is more fun than trying
Got no hook
Got no hook
Got no hook
This track ain’t got no hook
Empty the clip I cock it and reload it
Dead shot with precision all my shots are
they had came
But I've got a track history of pissing people off
And when I look at what the reasons were I'm nearly always lost
Either what I was
Yeah, This is Ice-T
You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin
To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap
And I'm very proud to have
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
I'ma torture
I done jumped off but they still on the porch huh
Claim they got drip but they looking ridiculous
My shit in order I'm very meticulous
They
Here you come now in the acid rain
Wearing a very big jacket, for a very small lady
We're standing at the Paris end of Collins St
At the bloody end
the promise land no more tears to cry
Like all of you I don’t wanna be apart of systems
I’m making never ending history happen
For all my fans satisfaction
you're walking on
I'm a one-man wrecking Crew If you got a problem well that's on you
I'm proud to be hated by most and Love by very few
Heaven forbid you
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