Lyrics:
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
and gentlemen!
The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world!
Ghostface Killa
an acrobat
And ends up in the real world where he's fucked by housecat
A bathroom where the toilet is a portal instead
With another on the ceiling so you poop
veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled
system
Let all who have ears listen
Healing hurts
So you play healing hertz
A broken hearts pain
Is only healed by Jesus first
The gospels for the poor
He
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
at the age of nine
Now at twenty-one you're lower than low
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
My dividends and wares started to disappear
Where it ended up, I
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
rich when he served it
Spirit filled me up and the waves got me surfing
Carried all the pain of the world that's a burden
Answer the calling, I've been
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
He gave His only begotten 'cause He so loved the world
Yeah, in Christ is whom I place my trust
I can’t lean on a human because they of dust
Particles,
that's my world, that's beyond being busy
Now the only one that gets to David Burd is Lil Dicky
See, I told you this about me
Go on and look up in
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
to start the perfect album and I call it Shaken
We gon spread the positive vibes, the world is for the taking
Homie, let the fire burn its eternal flame
I
reserve won't be tapped by a nerd
He's out to set you straight what you thought that you heard
That the breaking of the pack had straight never occurred
Chase with the fire
David
Cardo Knight in the Mothafuckin' booth
Ima pull up with a stick
And I'm fucking on your bitch, nigga
Fuck the World!
Fuck
that bitch funny
It's Big Beloved hoe, hmm
Mosh World Militia and Beware the locals, I stay with my coven hoe, hmm
Brodie he creeping with a lethal
to the world
A way to the lost
And a shelter for the homeless
Yet on the black streets
We ignore that street child
We pass by them in their agony
As we enjoy
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick
(Kyrie eleison) Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world of vice and sin
(Kyrie eleison) and he saw corruption
Ev'rywhere except within
Bring
I am a conqueror, I'm more than able
To resist the life of Cain, the devils lies and fables
Got him trampled under foot by the blood of the Lamb
He
What he had in mind in, Genesis one
When He spoke to the world and told the light to come
I ain't out here on my own, I'm a product of the Son
Holy
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