Lyrics:
Leonard's soul trembled with fear, watching him to be swallowed slice by slice. And then, from the top of the clouds, a voice was heard.
The Builder
“Come
a head from a f- dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
Maybe that's why I
I could yell, the
Other day someone got all elaborant
And stuck a head from a fuckin' dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my
close to a riverbank
You'll hear the crab when it coughs
So I ask, are we that distant from our roots that
We can't see the realities of our
close to a riverbank
You'll hear the crab when it coughs
So I ask, are we that distant from our roots that
We can't see the realities of our
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
Folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do
They just, wanna, turn me, to a
bad guy
But I had to do it my hands tied
Grass looking hungry on my side
I'm winning this by a landslide
Holdup wait
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
the unrighteous world
Getting rid of the impure people
The sword that reigns with Straightness and blood
Cutting off the bad weed from the root
The sword that won
right there
That's my people they all my peoples man
Shit don't change on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become
But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the
("Money") The root of all evil
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
is broken.
(The drop of blood from her mouth slowly fell down to the
ground.
Th child inside dried her out. The king's beloved is no more.)
Braids and dreadlocks go deep in our roots
(American)
You can't kill me, I'm a child of the King
You can't kill me, I belong to Elohim
(God)
Black is my
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
preaching to my people
Why eating meat is wrong
Stealing milk from babies
Dairy doesn't make your bones strong
Factory farmed fish living in a manmade pond
Dem ah wonder weh Jamaica get snow from
Bauxite factory
Di building ah Clarendon
Di people wan' World government, nothing else mek sense
Save
of birth
Congress cut Welfare and six million
Stupid angry white racists on Welfare
Screamed "Hell yeah" tubby
Blinded by they hatred
So they don't want
claim to be a Nation Under God while the Tree of Life bleeding out the roots -- ManLISSEN
The snakes in the grass would rather nyam pon de---
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
to free my people from the ball and the chain
And still remain sane, still trying to be a king
Since I jumped off the porch, born in the game
Bottom where I
Live from the closet, lets go
Lets go back
Let's go back started as a root inside of earth
Got my own suit to fight crime it worked
The gift that
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