Lyrics:
ain't cool Lush why you set this
Up to get this dude crushed?
My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze that thing and
Bust is when you
as I'm pulled beneath
You are not escaping God, when you run from me
I am not evading fraud, begging on my knees
You say it over and over and over
We
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
exchange
Between Louis Farrakhan and
CBS'S Mike Wallace
You got to Nigeria, which is
If not the most corrupt nation
In Africa and it is
It could be the most
I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter
I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter
Ayesss
Thank stars for map of the sky
Woah
Your self calling yourself follow to the signs
Ya heart is heavy access denied
Wood in chimney
My
It's not over, I don't want to be free
{It's not over}
Said I need you and I want you
I got to have you every day in my doggone life
{It's not
this is the last time
Don't make me over
'Cause I can be faithful
Baby you're my number one
You're my number one
Now who is she?
What's her name?
and a pop then explode
We record them upload
City is mine this my land
Tryna go over sees
And over see call plays from Thailand
Can’t estimate truth but
got
My voice is gone but I don't mind
At least that was one good night
I wanna call you
I'm not sure if I should
Take the last train home
Party's over
what does not scare her
In me, but makes her reach my way thank you the love
She is which hurts sometimes and the time
She misremembered elephants
In
not a drill
This my friend
Is the way that it is supposed to end.
In the woods in the night with a death row kind of rider.
Single malt whiskey
forked
Tuned to love
Anointment pouring over me
I am not your server
Not your martyr
Not your father
My awareness
Grows a column
Like a luminous Being
This is protected, by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!
[Brother J]
I was sittin by the river with my warrior's gun
A bunch of caveboys
night time
Dark stout, we ain't never put a light on
Tryna find my 44., I'm tryna put my beam on
Tryna find this prometh so I can get my lean on
Tryna
sweeping ya block if I'm making the call in day pulling up
Now
Get in my bag in my goyard
I won't get rock over no broad
Saying my new shit is soo hard
Don't
over the place. I wanted to have a sleepover. No, I wanted to spend time with my friends. No, they said those friends didn't study enough. So I tried
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
bitch gone throw sum
Say I'm smelling gnarly, got that green like I growed some
What's up in this cup, this is lean this ain't no rum
.9 on my waist I
Down at the edge, round by the corner
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river
Not right away, not right away
Crossed
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
& spit sporadically shift step over known
competition who actually thick
Do an immaculate flip
I don’t care who ever my part stay clever
Sever the header
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