Lyrics:
enslaved
Your freedom provided by people in chains
Leave it in the past, but I'm here and I'm safe
Our country's the greatest? Hmph, no way!
Mascot, show
your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only
I found a friend
He promised he'd take me around
To the outer lands
Where there's no pain
And there's no doubt
I know he lied
The dice were loaded
defined traffic
The way my schoolin' end
Less-ly defined every day
One exquisite fitted crisis rivets
An octagon of red
To the ceiling above my bed
It's not
Whoa
Patto’s on the microphone
Maybe I was crazy to think that we could be
Maybe I was crazy to think that I could see
Past your red flag
(Oh
no traffic (yeah)
(While my demons tell me kill )
Fuck a red light I don’t need it
I had to hold it on my back ,
(I had to hold it on my back)
(Its
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
ain't gotta pop
Out no more
We can skip the party
When you call,
I'ma slide
Girl, Ricky Bobby
Us together,
That's a vibe
Talkin' Whitney, Bobby
years in a Chevrolet (Let) this is no civil day (Nuh uh)
We gon' tweak, on that, Queen, City, Flat Lands (707)
Suffocate 'em, till he, get the blues, like
There’s no turning back
That’s a matter of fact
So make your moments last
Don’t you live in the past
Up and down and round
We go
Where we land
red lips the scent is sauce
Clean as a whistle oh hoe oh hoe blow it
Make her wet we havin dinner by the ocean
I bring my home with i'm never home sick
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
Yeah this shit is not what it seem
Yeah this shit is not what it seem
Pass me a wood I don't smoke Russian Cream
3 5 it's rollin' no skimp what I
against me
I'm the only lonely MC
Standing in the middle of a Dead Sea
Fortune of a warrior has cleanse me
I'm leaving this land showing them no mercy
Pay
got done by them Russians (grrah, grrah)
Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin' (thuggin')
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
money back
Little Vinnie wasn't picking up
No matter
He had done enough pro bono work for
Vinnie's family in the past to know where to find him
He knew
Somewhere between Never Neverland and Wonderland
In a land called Never Wonderland
There lived a beautiful wealthy young divorceé
With a checkered
over
Wen I catch you Thts yo ass
I ain’t lookin fuh no closure
I jus got inside my bag
To my ex I forgive
But I left you inna past
I’m jus trappin tryna
(Sage Francis)
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
I happen to pull fast ones
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
Passing Cars
If Pain Is Blood
I Must Have Lost Few Jars
By Past Scars
By Past Scars
To Be Broke
Sometimes It's Okay
To Feel Low
I Whis I Could Hide My
The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave of her
The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave of her
confide
What am I supposed to do, I feel like I'm cut in two
Confused by rules
Do these two cultures clash or am I living in the past?
I ask, please, tell
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