Lyrics:
to have it
It's set apart
We call it
The Seventh Day
And YA'OH
Call it THE SHABATH
For he created heaven and earth
And when the night started
He rested
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
and he took out
A deck of playing cards
He began to spread them out across his bunk
About that time, one of his buddies came by and said
"You gonna
the beginning was the Son of Man
And in the Son of Man is no sinning
He was with and was Elohim
He became the visible expression of the One Unseen
We see Him by
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
to people as his lyrical equal
Let me write a rhyme on his album and even produce a beat too
He ain't see-through, I can't see him frontin
He's not the type
my opposition
Just by me still
Living with black on the
Back of my hand
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't
See as defeat cuz we
strayed a little ways but I’m back now, I made it
This a higher power, can’t break what he created
No debating tryna test me but I’m ready
You can grade it,
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
Walking down Seventh Avenue
Walking to work and I'm singing the blues
There's a bus parked near the curb
He's been there for weeks
There's a guy who
a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose I love him most of all
taxing
Put him on a shirt if he reach i be hacking
Caught him by the store on the cap he was lacking
Said he going smack me when he see me he be capping
With the all-purpose hunting blade straight up his colon
I cut his hands off, he ain't touching nobody
Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody
you you're improving
But he's just being nice 'cause he knows you're losing it, uh
On Free Mindstate, you were good, not great
By this album, hell no,
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's
on the sinner's side
I touched him again last night
He said
This must have been the sixth or seventh time
I don't know
I must have lost count
It was pitch black
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
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
soaked then drown 'em
If he's a acting a fool then clown em
If it's city girls then town em
If the alarms are set sound em
No singles
All albums
And I
light within my pores and then connect
With the righteous one, he told me son, "Forget it
Live your life for the truth don't anyone ever let it."
Shed
(Oh my God what is this? And L beat?)
I'm living proof that you could do it too
By time I turned twenty-two I had an M or few
Get it had a M
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
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