Lyrics:
robots
Who would have us all share their death.
History is simply a justification for oppression,
Written by those who practice it.
It is being
name is MC Death
I'm the opposite of birth
Kids, you should do meth
And not have any mirth
Death day is every day, even birthdays
So what's the point
Shaine was born on the 18th day of November in the year 1988, she was given birth to in difficult circumstances, her mother died briefly after giving
death
Burning cathedral
More lockdown laws imposed on the flock
It's ok though
You can grab a pint and a haircut It's my birth month and Beirut's
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
death, is just the side of a good Christian
And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life lived it in life
And I take it step by step, but I take it
of a gun
The union was far from harmonious
No two people could have been more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love someone else
And I
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
The year '84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil jinn
I realize my ideas has spawned for four hundred years
Of blood sweat
voice)
Now take my case. I've been here five years, and every night they take
me down for ten minutes, then they hang me up again ... which I regard
If it wasn't for the bass, I wouldn't need these hearing aids.
If it wasn't for mistakes, I probably wouldn't be here today.
10 years ago I was
have a nine, when I can have a ten
Lickin up the nuts, while I'm gone holler at her friend
Bitch, ain't no time for me to teach her
Rather have
Gave birth to illumination
Unveiling the remnants of dead stars and black holes
A reminder that every beginning is a result of an ending
"These visions,
pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
No two people could've been more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love someone else
And I realized I hadn't been loved yet myself
the bol can't be touched but ima show you some ways
I don't play by the rules I break them it don't stop
Life or death got to choose we taking it
of humble birth
Preaching love and freedom for his fellow man
He was dreaming of a day
Peace would come to earth to stay
And he spread this message all
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Passed down like 4x100m relay
It's a dash to the summit
And Hustlers can't stomach crabs in the bucket
That would cash in their mothers facts
You not
of the everlasting, never-dying.
Cursed to be walkin in the shadows of death for a lifetime.
No more fears for what the years will bring.
Rebuild the shattered
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
reach you niggas can’t match in stilts
The death of me the birth of what light reveals
I’m on some dummy shit
I put the sweets in the safe they ain’t
the event of death"
Nobody who's ever had their liver taken out by us has survived
Just lie there sir, it will take a minute
Ah, uh, ah
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