Lyrics:
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
Teaching about these centers of the body began in India around 1,500 BCE. There are entire books written about the chakras and meditations focused on each
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks said our lives
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
a song said there is more, that I'd been only on the shore
Show me Lord
Well one day in a classroom after giving a great big test
A book of human anatomy
to the money then all of a sudden
You just wanna rewind
Only the fittest survive
Your writtens need to be revised
No cap in my rap I’m grateful I’m alive
Got
Never was lackin' audacity
Point to a flaw in a fallacy
Bred on a different mentality
Committing that blasphemy
Bet all the bull shit is passin
Trust
of the unknown cost
But the will of the Lord is clear
It's not hard to find
It's written in words of red
And calls us to rise
Berg
I describe all you rappers only using one word
That's clout-chasers, our sounds greater, annihilate you
Feed a clip and a slip in the mouth
the wild.
Death throughout the land, a heritage written in blood
Blessed by nature while doomed by men’s greed
Welcome to Green Hell, where you are just
written that way.
Innocent victims of their story.
Like Romeo and Juliet, 'twas written in the stars before they even met
That love and fate and a touch
on a red light
And stop on a green
I put on my skii
But it's not Halloween
Hotbox in the morning
Late night wit caffeine
Stay up to the morning
Repeat
like damn he taking long in that hearse
I like that bitches that's mean
Crazy men on my team
If you don't have all my cream you gonna see the red beam
I
Hey Ziggy come again
Babylon don’t know it’s Babylon
And that it’s story been told
Written on papyrus pages
By scribes in the stories of old
So
a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
Hysteria, mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Mass hysteria!
Red alert is the color of panic
Heavy metal thing, rock, wit Mos and Pos and us
Written flows get broke down by the comas
From L.I. lawn, I green shit up in my wallets
To fly
calling and fate
Discipline for a greater win
To lie to yourself is the biggest sin
Live by my own truth
Record 23, in the booth
The best MC, producer
where they gotta come to see me
Cause it's like it was written for me to put them in Ralph Lauren and Fendi
Momma disappointed
I gotta fight another
couldn't capture in a frame
Yo I gets
Red when I gets heated I be blue when I'm mistreated
Yo my parents separated when I was a kid
I wasn't
Baby girl don't go (don't go)
You see the red flags
You hear the alarm bells
U see the x's Baby girl get away (get away)
Baby girl don't go (don't
the United Kingdom,
Still tryna reach for the skys,
Ima touch it before I reach my demise,
It was written in stone that I came with a rise all the way,
From
you got
Renowned poet on a lyre framed in octaves and choirs
Knowing only the prayer when things hang by a wire
You might think that these shackles may
probably be written by Scorsese
Drippin water Euphrates, I'm spitting more fire than dogs infected with rabies in hades
I'm a young nigga chillin', you have
Written by Warren Zevon 1995 Zevon Music BMI
Every touch is measured out
Every word is written down
Sunny skies are seldom seen
In the land of few
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