Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
Kid Cudi
Spit so rich I think it's funny
Your honor, my client is no criminal
My client is merely a hunter for the United States Goverment
He was
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
suicide
Welcome to the 21st century
Where all your kids got adhd that's why these beats always be changing
Like where the fuck are we going
Where the fuck
and your mic ? on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
the famous Man united and we're going to Wembley
In Seventy-Seven it was Docherty
Atkinson will make it Eighty-Three
And everyone will no just who we are
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
Second class passenger first degree murder
Silver lining traveler don't agree further
Caramel candymaker always eat Werthers
Get my worth up I don't
responsibility and boundaries of those who are priviledged,
To be a part of all of these twenty-seven amendments,
Of the Constitution of the United States
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
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
didn’t! Then you went
To look for aliens
Me and Kid Cudi are aliens right here
Bro! The vibes is back!
Aye, John
Take it all the way back to the beginning
interception by Garner, and United are on the counter-attack. The ball is out to Fernandes. He cuts the ball back to Kane; he dummies Mendez and rolls it back
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
People lovin' guns more than kids is a season
And they say the reason is to protect their freedom
But we don't believe 'em
'Cause all that we are
All
t-shirt.
It's eight, I said eight, yo.
Na, I don't think so. It's seven.
Whatever, dude.
It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a
So listen
.
Whatever, dude.
It's the P-a-t-are-I-see-k with the t-h-see m d-m- a
So listen while I wreck it
Then listen to the record
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