Lyrics:
It's on you
It's in you
Abide by the light that's
Inside you
If you sling it, they will buy it
Til it goes round
They stay quiet
When shit goes down!
of you that's behind me
Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When
magic me like star light
Illuminating my sight, Illuminate my path
Like solar flares from Krillin's dome
Tienshinhan third eye be open like the
Eye of Ra,
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
it comes to my art I must admit it
Sometimes I'm super sensitive and I tend to forget
That my worth isn't defined by a rating from a critic
I'm nice
Hop on a jet, hop on a plane
Catch these flights I go insane
When I am back, back in the flame
I feel like myself again
I feel alive, I have to say
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
hemmed up you better watch your back
It comes a time when you get jammed up them crackers want that sack
Just do your time you gotta man up and don't
not forget
Back in Brooklyn
Where the future
First began
Lets start again
Cant be over
That's what I told her
And then she said
I hate that you love me
be major catastrophe
Holy we have to be, to pass with He
When he comes back for we, for me it has to be
To trust the Savior He's a demonstrator
Make
east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
when you
Yo
You good man
Fuck do you think man
I'm on edge
I don't even wanna sleep knowing I could see
Him again
What if he gets me
Man that's crazy
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon
And I'm on that Philly fire shit
Then I come fully equipped
You try
decision
Im not even too malicious
This a message mostly for the system
You can't govern me with lies
When my eye sees through your agendas
I can't seem
awe of mystique
Not for the weak I don’t misspeak
When you spew hatred it’s fear that you reek
I am celestial, spherical, light-being, radiant halo from
stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back
My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by
in any town,
But don't let me catch ya
Mentality straight from the see-Town
Where everyday niggas get beat down
Betta think before you run up
I
family
[Jhaz]
why'all want no lovin' to a sister flowin'
Face me, you claim to be the sweetest
But the style I flex is crazy, never again no
on the road again
Sorry baby i was cheating on you
On the road again
Fucking on her good
By the woods
On the low again
Then come back home and
Fuck you like i
It was the 9th day of June on a Tuesday when you came into my life
You made me a believer cause I didn’t know love could feel this way
My heart has
where they come from
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
The Bridge, Queensbridge
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