Lyrics:
to the innocent with missile tanks
So its off with your head
Bonafide for the Islamic State
More martyrs for the caliphate
Gorgeous lass when I enter the gates
Let's begin by finding a comfortable position sitting up or laying down. If you are laying down, extend your legs out long and rest your arms out
it
Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
The illusion is useless
The pain in my heart it is ruthless
The longing for despair feels so right
I don't need your help I can ruin it
By
better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This
is killin my thesis.
It's hard to find peace of mind but when you do, it's hard to keep.
Ignorance will take you out in your sleep.
It's just
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
necklace (yeah)
I be calling your bitch when I'm bored right after that's past-tense (woah)
I be drippin' and swaggin' of course (wooh), ay
I poured
message had
A virus in it and
Now your showing
The beginning symptoms
Of a pre-determined
Conditioned victim
Hypnotized by the
Pixel pimping
When your
of religion, stay on track and don't get lost
If religion is a way of life, then embody the scriptures
Don't be led astray from rationale by specifics, or your
there reindeers flying by
So get ready for good will and lots of cheer
Celebrate a special time of year
Peace on earth is the message and you'll find
Oh
wish that when you were born your Mum had kept the receipt
Misleading the peace going hungry at a family feast
Saving up love and spending it on everyone
Cold sweats coupled with some felonies
The disease has taken over me
The one where your broke and confused
By the lines blurring
Like the substance they
fucking bitches in college
Getting rich getting dollars
Adding zeros and comas
In the 64 imapala
Nigga peace nigga holler
Don’t get it twisted
I’m bout
drifting
Shifting states feeling like I'm missing
But I leave this land of the living
Give me peace you can't see I'm
Drifting in my mind?
Drifting I
won't implode up in your face
Nowadays
Feel like i trump any stage
Nowadays i need peace atleast through getting laid
Nowadays
I endure pain let it phase
isn't it startling
There's a side of me that you never or don't wanna see
I got tricks up my sleeve, but it'll cost you a fee
And by fee, I mean your soul
to the praise team
Then smob to the Pole for Your Black Muslim Bakery
Born & raised in the Bay, never been to San Jose
I recall one time, maybe, crossing
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time on
The outside I'm
She's not dressed properly
She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company
Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in
With your
alone in my own space
Maybe its abnormal, I am sub-human
I am no one, nor an interest to people
That explains it very well
Feel it gnawing in your bones
your
Shovel dirt head of thorns
Tell him take the bull right by the horns
Yet his grief it still returns
Or in other words
Ruling aristocracy
May burn
beyond the matrix of the mind
You are designed to embrace this
You must trust in the vibrance that you find in your creative space
When your in this state
beyond the matrix of the mind
You are designed to embrace this
You must trust in the vibrance that you find in your creative space
When your in this state
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