Lyrics:
By michael mcdonald
Love is the answer to a child
Just as hope is the answer to us all
But it's there at the beginning
That we learn to hope at all
is drama
The hardest of the music
Genre
But you don't hear
About rock stars
Unless they on the news
But this my
Let the bodies drop flow
I may be
Michael
Its all expected, things are for the looking
If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Michael J. play with your kids
I can't live in this world full of rock heads
Finding a good one like finding the Loch Ness
Monster, and not Kody Scott
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
dropped
Down to my knees worshiping he
I'm not gonna be stopped
Message over messenger listen up
His every lie is designed to supply fake wrath
He survives
And then they said of course
But you ain’t gotta be rude
Cuz what you want us to do?
Not make no money It’s truth that’s the power
But money is how we
into misery
Everyone is a idle
But I'm the one they pretend to be, a
Legend, Legend
Been my fate since
Essence, Essence
Tell by my
Presence, presence
of spiritual blessing
Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing
People from all over the world had come
To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one
So
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over
was going down
Then when you niggas did not get
Anything I was in
Tell them Tha Truth is official
Young niggas for war sent out
Like they was a missile
Ja said you's a bitch dog
I'm a soldier, these niggaz ain't never gon learn
Fucking with the fire bitch nigga you freezing, then you burn
This is
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done
??? the road controlled by
a
Gun pulled on me by my
Limo driver, by police
By everybody and once my life
Is gone it’s gone can’t nobody give it
Back to me not the judge
Not
They love me. They loved me not. Scorned by my peers, the world might drop
Nobody can hear this. Echo in the box, stepping on these rocks, hand
have won
We must not let them take our hearts. said the boy forced to kill his mom
This is war
Rock a bye baby, on the treetop
When the wind blows,
a price
To weigh in the scales against death?
Chorus
Now the world is at war over oil and ore
Over power and territory
Over whose God is in charge
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
the drop for the low
First, I'ma tell you how this go
Your ho (yeah) , she suckin' dick for the low
Go get you so money, you broke
No, I'm not your friend
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
And this leaves me awake at night -
I lose sleep over that
Oh, alright, listen BoB once and for all
The Earth looks flat because
1) you're not far enough
They wyling
There really is a war but there's only one fighting
One truth in the Bible
Five more lessons that you probably gotta learn
For the freedom
Mistakes are a part of life just learn from yours
They making weapons out of germs for war
AIDS bombs straight through your front door
And I'm sure they
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