Lyrics:
breath. To watch the world spin around me when I have nothing left.
I want to walk away from all what you would call success. Today - today
Some would
Below the belt but, higher than knees
Low blows, yh they're firing these
Follow the real, stop lying please
went to da school, I paid the fees
the road I know is right
I gotta learn to get on by myself
But as the sun begins to set
I think of you and what we had
Can't help but miss that you were
stop: top of the world, we hectos
It's a combination of curse words and clarity
Mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity
Sticking em up,
hall
We won't stop
Till we reach the top of them all
Words & Music by Robert Barham
I'd rather die
Let me fix you a drink
Can I trust you
Oh now stop that I won't be a second
There you go, I got your favourite wine
Why only one
I swear I miss it but the lifestyle I've been living's been
Keeping me too busy extending all our intermissions babe
Constantly reminded by all
around the world be like, Oh, isn't T divine?
My rhymes are bananas, they play my tracks for Gorillas at feeding time
(red)This rhyming style is what I
And oh they know
Could tell this VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money
And who am I
shed, a young brother lies dead
He was shot by cop the other night
He didn't pack a gun or knife
He didn't stop when the cops said "freeze!" and lost his
stop now enter my world
Your body so precious and heart so pure
No man can resist that's for show
You got my heart racing and it's pumping pumping
Like
time to stop crying
Now we are called
REACT
IT'S TIME TO FIGHT
FIGHT NOW
THE MATRIX SOUL
SHE NEEDS
PLEASE HEAR HER CALL
YOUR HELP
IT'S MOTHER
Like you know you got your rhyme on cock
And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit
Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze
About to hit you wit
people,retrograde them
Typhus,detriate them
Epidemic,devastate them
Take no prisoners,cremate them
Going to war,give'em hell
D-Day,next stop Normandie
test me
On the westsides I rides in a lo-lo dippin' them corners
From the double glock to Watts
This shit don't stop in Killafornia
Nigga I'm a world
the game and tripped up
Knew it wasn't worth it
I'm afraid it messed my life up
I was always paranoid thinking she was slippin up
Stop, get a grip boy,
to the race track, then bring home a winner
Buy her earrings and medaillons
I got juice by the gallon
But she got legs like a stallion
Plus to be a cutie's
When you're young and so in love as we
And bewildered by the world we see
Why do people get a soul
Ony those in love would know
What a town
And there's a thousand M.C.'s, lined up against the wall
Timber, they all gonna fall
Hassan Chop, yo I can't stop
Givin' you that off the wall hip hop
To ya
Stop to question satellites lost in vast expansions of space place it in fists finding more than we asked for â??misconceptions' reflective glance
who enforce it
On dillusioned people who don't stop to think or question
That this sytem and this way of life are completely self destructive
From birth
to hold you)
I want to wake up by your side
Give no reason to hide
From the feeling
(Give me a feeling)
I want to tell the world about it
Tell
of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough
left my side
When you was mad you kept it all inside
You never told me matter fact you use to hold me
And that was just like nothing
Like the world was
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