Lyrics:
the 12th, the first day in a crib, he'd lay
George Washington, the 22nd, think it was Friday
Now, March, the first was Jackson, who on the 15th came
James
it fast, for half of Johnny's cash
Nia longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom saw her at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
He confronted
accomplishment will help you to grow
But that depends how it goes
Well, it depends who you show
There's a lotta people out there who
Just want you to know
That you
Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush, that big body Benz I was born to push
On my way I'm burning
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph Album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3, John Denver
don't feel
Hating I can't take a joke I'm paranoid about my chill
Hate myself for all the things that make me who I am and will
Remember 19 album I
y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
(If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu)
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
stickin some girl raw
What you heard before aint as big as a lesson
As George and Jeb Bush rigged elections
press release worldwide west to east
followed by
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
to the second episode of my evolutionary process
The Matrix Life aka Tml is an album that expresses the bridge from my old self to my new self
To become who I
Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight
Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor
He was on his way to see the king
Wilson
studies at the university
And I hung with the rap aficionados who were kind of full of themselves
But they had every rap album and cassette ever made
I
Who be politician, who be the yahoo boy
Who be politician, who be the yahoo boy
Who be politician, who be the yahoo boy
Who be politician, who be
Why don't you love me baby
Why don't you love me
Why don't you love me baby
Why don't you love me
All I want is
(All I want is)
To be loved by
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
thinking individuals
Who really stand up when they try & stand over you
Fuck Blair Fuck Bush Fuck Reagan
Fuck Osbourne and May they're all Pagans
Gaddafi
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
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
I'm writin' scriptures but they'll never quote it
I'll always tuckin' for any nigga who say he want it
their eyes
We're all to blame when we stand by
But we don't know what to say
They want a fight and dare us to try
And in result the whole world
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
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