Lyrics:
accompanied by the original Russian texts.
Foreword
Compiled by the author from the forewords of his previous works.
From the first collection of poems
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
dress. What an amazing room. My sisters would never believe me if I told them...
Rose looked at each mirror spellbound by what she saw. But from the corner
through depression and the strife
I ain't running from a thing, I been fighting all my life
We can do it by the gun or we can do it by the knife
I know
her true passion
Telling her political jokes, she quickly replies by saying she doesn't vote
On the third dimension, her beautiful smile and slim
race a bird or fly around the world
In the wind we dance visit every place
And noone can stop us
We will fly-y-y trough the sky-y-y
We can sit on clouds
Wormwood will fall from the sky
And wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters
And a third part of all the land and many, many, many people will
are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
Wormwood will fall from the sky
see my vision
Now you trying to visit with persistence
Cause you see me living
But you couldnt see it before
Cause yo third eye closed and my third
the world's against your own every decision
I know you're losing the vision of following your dream cause the lack of attention
And you sit and you listen
center. The Red Fort was built by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in the mid-17th century and served as the main residence of the Mughal emperors for nearly
Take it from the top, (take it from the top)
Let's go out here and roll, on hating ass niggas (let's ride)
You can't get your motherfucking weight
like gold mines in Mozambique
Where the folks can't eat, so I stroll to a slow jam beat
Slow dancing, life's no Grand Prix
No race, no pace car,
grew from young vines, measured by the plumb-line
Love is undying, word to granny's mother Undine, uh
We reach out as your first fruits
Praying by
time to rhyme
And my nigga D.O. visit
And you don't really want to fuck wit Chink
And I don't even get a chance to blink
When I catch a lil' third
is new?
Even if you weren't my best friend already
I'd still wanna know you, girl, you just that pretty
Caught my eye from the very first second
Third
We All Make Mistakes
We R All In The Eternal Memory
Transpired by higher
I desire to rise into the sky
Third to the most high speak with utmost
feel minimal
Thus far I been searching for words
So long I'll be leaving this world
All this just to be in my third
All this just to be with
Mic check, one, two, on the way to third
Flow sick, put a straitjacket on my words
So sick, they think that something's in the herb
They think I'm
jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York
my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro
(Damjonboi)
Shit, Jon-man
Shit, let's get it (shit)
Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'
Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be
motherfuckin friends
Man I don't need friends
Just needs bucks
And this big ol blunt
By my self in this benz
Life goes on
And hoes switch quick
Man the world
a troublesome guess
We are the third eye
Writing the words of the speech
Maybe this time it will teach
This hellhole that we live in
How to keep our lives in
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