Lyrics:
(The ceiling falls about me)
Coming from beneath the floor (and the sky is open to me now.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my
Fire burning in my
Heart turned on all the lights
Sparks flying my hands are tied
Think I can see the future
It's looking grim
Siren songs leaking in
Ooh....... New York x2
Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around
me living on fire
Switchin’ hats being tied up
As Eazy, E Jake, Elijah
I might have to slide up
Hail Mary hittin’ them n***** up
Y’all known for doin’
a cord tied to dead hope
All my chains on froze wit a glow while i just toke
I just wanna know if this hoe tryna get broke
Hold on to her toes make her
All the bodies I've left behind, just another phase of strangulation.
Strings of the majesty, that you witnessed once.
Attached to my hands, as I tied
yo feet bound and yo hands tied...
Put you on a mountain top for the whole world to see... while you just bleed out...
Mmm mmm...
Tell the world my
Yeah my hands are getting sore for you
Yeah my hands are getting sore from falling for you
Yeah my hands are getting sore from falling for you
Yeah
and blocked, seems forevermore...
Tell me, tell me
Are you there outside?
Are you there outside?
Behind the bars
That hold me tied
To my own scars...
Tell me,
go by the name of Andre 3000, right
And we hail from a place called like Stankonia, GA, right
You know right now everyone wants to be from space
So take your places and listen to the rhymin as
I like display a new style that just may
Leave suckers runnin for the door in total dismay
Yeah, by
Doe
Guantanamo, John Doe
Every one of us is connected to a light
Though some have switched it off, and now are ruled by night
Thats where we could be
welcome parasites
Shown as a friendly face
But masked in deceit
I can feel you falling away
My hands are tied from making peace someday
I never wanted this
Inspired by social function
My seductive skills, take backseat to popping pills
To induce social healing, feeling this out while we shout
Obscene
the heavens angels held by my side
They help me out that halo on and push that helmet aside
You can take away the mic
I'm still gon' rhyme
Take away our lights
A life as ours blind to the day
The village by the river side has been blighted by an ancient dragon
Afob of the Iron Rule
Ironed shirts!
Keep your hands
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
Uh
Black street,
Wall Street
I built my street
Karen get up off me
This is cause u forced me
Retaliate to demonstrate,
This the hand you served me,
So
groomed by the block
Started putting in work
Bitch I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
We was getting that guop
I was groomed by the block
I
Eauzone's view
Sideline chants are what I command
To strike fear in the enemies hands
I'm a maniac a brainiac, soy un poco loco
Soy un gringo con lo todo
been read
Consumed by regret I retreat again
Away to tread the faded memory thread
But I know it's all in my head
Emotions tied to past lives are dead
In
different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in
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