Lyrics:
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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
out bread sticks
I break every bone in your foot you try
To give me that easy dead kick
So that when you slide up like a
Dancer we'll all see your leg
us, help us!
I wish I could
Don't make excuses
Or could it be that you're on his side?
Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill
But messieurs, be
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
player number nine if you want Eauzone to win it
Almost every single time O-line be getting smoked
But that's okay with me 'cause I read the book of Job
deep!
The girl is deep!
Iiiiiit's got to be deep!
Deep!
(i saw you only Friday, joe, and just let me say, )
The boy is deep!
(...tried to take me
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo'
she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo'
the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But
Rap apex every line mi drop be a top notch
Mi never gwine stop mi no stopwatch
Lyrics so deep, mi a profound niggur
Leave dem dumbfounded try fi
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
in the game I survived every shot
Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality
Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me
Uhh, don't let
things be
Probably cuz this is it for me
No where else this is destiny
Probably cuz my whole fam got dreams
This is it till I’m 6ft deep
Hood nigga with
you.
I really need you back.
This wound can’t be fixed dude.
This feeling deep inside of me.
Has caused a lot of issues.
I wish I coulda said goodbye
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
of designer, heard a human loses
Deserve these bruises (Go)
Nobody tellin' me that it could
Ever be somebody better
I got a vendetta, I mean every word
Every
can't lose you
Your touches bring life back to me
They are deep and real
Like how light strikes everything
And gives it life
With shades changing
Every
two new ones
When they plastered those dip-shit's Dylan
Klebold and Eric Harris'
Pictures on the front of every
Newspaper don't be surprised if
Every
2006 niggas would say
"You really be spittin'"
And even though they took the shots for you
You really the victim
Nina on me, Smack asked
"What's wit'
how I walk
Heaven seems so close, and you're the key to that lock
I'm a little shy, sappy things make me cry
A bit of a weeb, please give anime a try
_ "Every Little Thing")
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