Lyrics:
to ya
They telling stories we already heard
Everybody got pain even me I got as well
Got love for my bruddas and I wish them well
99 problems but that
We already know by now that I blaze
Problem Smoke you 99 ways
Often lose myself in my flames
Engulf them 2 much heat for my page
So if you aim
All the information given yet none of it come with clarity
Osama Bin Laden
Big boogie men
Every tv show me something that's cooked up by the hand
CERN
the autumn
If you want go don't need a problem
Wish I had 99 problems
But I got a hundred
Of mice and men in London
Learnt to soak it up like sponges
But they call her American
Very thin yea she be messin around wit married men
When he comes home shes neva askin him where he been
Cuz 99
Flow
Levels Of cmmunition, 1 Gun For 99 SOULs
Shatters Men In Mirrors, Pick #3 cssault Yo Dream
Treaded c King Heavy, assassinate who'll Scheme
Ole
a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke
illuminated by black and white camera flashes
from photographers in tuxedos.
A hospital at night inside
a billionaire
cll the tiny men say pussy make her to where she slay
If your wrong say so
You can learn yes sir
This song so messed up
Make you so fucked up
men[01:42.77]I'm outside with my gun, and I'm head out, and I'm[01:44.89]I don't care if I got a kill or hundred of them Niggas fuck my bitch, you know that I'm done
(what?)[01:37.35]Really from Jersey, keep a stick, I'm a devil (stick)[01:38.99]He in the sunken place when he hit by the metal[01:40.68]I bust a nigga like
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
damage as they can
Devastation doesn't mop up the effects of its presence
It stretches its tendrils as far as it is allowed to
In the absence of fences
Enemies tinye aru fu doings dem go fly fence
Even your boss for this side e dey try bend
Big Car Rich gang big drip big flex
Boss no dey tire for men
especially mental and emotional traumas
And 99.9% of the time, traumas are not dealt with correctly
Trauma is a common thing because we live in a fallen world
Them men keeping him out on the track
Running him ragged just to pile up the stacks
Make it so he's all spent by the time he gets back
Everybody's
know... it's the next thing you know
Men they poked their heads in your kitchen door
Smelt something burning and they were sure
It must be the flag you
I gotta get movin'
hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men
who try to stop me on my way.
They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded,
man and then away
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence
By
Pacific line
To satisfy his wandering bones
There weren't a lot of men that he couldn't call friend
Or places that he couldn't call home, good Lord
While right across the street they were packed in tight
Just a-pushin' and a-shovin', sweatin' by the stage
Oh, oh to tip her
She brought a lot of men
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he
Where and what his dwelling
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma
Penitent Fools
Longing for the Prince Of Slaves
I will become Death
Destroyer of the World
[Lyrics by GAUT '99]
[Music by MACTATUS]
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