Lyrics:
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', all kinds
Of groovy
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
for my fam, my village
I'm gifted and Lifted (Lifted!)
Been stacking it up for the children with different envisions
I'm gifted and Lifted (Gifted!)
I
Force of my love was strong
The sea lion laying down long
A song in the air
Why should singer care
When singer can be among song
Force of my
Down near the village of old San Miguel
In a far away place by the sea
Lived Maria Consuela Manuel
A lady of high born degree
And she was sixteen
stranger
Holy new creation has a heaven hand painter
My favorite melody a reprimand singer
Holy run through hell like I've never seen danger
New Wakanda
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
of my father's throne
I was to end the war and restore my father's land
To the glory and purity it once had
That was my prophecy and destiny
I would
comot village, edon enter mboko
Ekema nodi hear, ekema nodi hear
Ekema nodi hear
From the slumps man comot
All side nya na for front we ain't going back
village, with the African tribes
Filled with pottery and gold and valuable things
I was stripped of my belongings, shamed and shipped off to foreign
Came
to the winning side
Welcome to the Father’s side
Forever you’ll be winning child
Glory to God Babylon is fallen
We are no longer slaves we are sons by his glory
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
the village in turn
And maybe one day I'll see Heaven on Earth
I live by my words and I'll die by my words
But for better or worse, hope I never confirm
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
before you die (yeah yeah)
A word in your ear from father to son
Funny you don't hear a single word I say
But my letter to you will stay by your side
from man repentance, while
Others cry to exercise my third eye by hearing lullaby
Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise
Transform from
out the side doors
AKs on they back shining like swords
Pops would say "Once you're bitten by a snake
The paranoia make you pop a lizard in the face"
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My dick is bigger than yours)
Ooh, I say what, say what?
I
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