Lyrics:
like the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down upon me
And washed me all away
Saying
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
want this?
Scapegoat, Golden, Forgotten.
A house has a doormat. A city has a sewer.
A garden has a compost. The perspective of the viewer
Is impacted by
the vibe, that's on any given Sunday
Ready with the drum play
I'm heavy with the Feng Shui, I must say, I'm up now
In spite of all my gold they tried
Master MC
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me
Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed
If you live by
Feel the hunger, of the dragon's gold
A monstrous craving, that can not be controlled
Mortal minds overtaken by rage
A mortals destiny, upon
valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees
There
carefully by hand
I am a stone that once covered a box
That held some precious gold,
a sword and some clear rocks
Now leaves shade my summers
and cover me
Yeah, I'ma need that gold medal, matte black shit on a whip
Hear them drums, nigga? ERYS in a 6 with the wrist
'Bout to swish, no assist, never
at Burlington and then to Red Hill Creek;
We came upon their sentries; we surprised them every one.
One died upon my sword, and all the others off they run.
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city
I'll give you the deathblow
Covered by the rising shadow hill
I am trying to destroy my freaking soul
In this fearfull revenge
Now you know who are
a million times
The freeman dies just once
So here's to you revolution
May your flame keep burnin' 'til
We meet our Armageddon
Up high on Vinegar Hill
The town is silent
Another night ends
The stars misalign
On the hill overlooking the plaza
Stands the alchemist
Once more he could resist
Once more
the middle of the
ice mountains is
a tear drop continent
surrounded by burning lava
in the middle of this continent
is the city of angels
is where the good
Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect
and prayed for her release;
They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through
and prayed for her release
They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through
there is only now
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It was the kind of love most people only find it once
Divinely touched by angels, there was no time for lust
Plus
a fiction, there is only now!
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It was the kind of love Most people only find it once
Divinely touched by angels; There was no time for lust
Tilly yeh tilly woh woh
Tilly woh tilly yeh
Ahha Ay
Inna me African shoes
African walk , African style
African talk Malawi gold inna di Spliff
and broken
And flat busted once or twice
I brought most of it upon myself
But I never compromised
My pride's too hard to swallow
So I've chewed
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
is a flower
By some other name
Lay the blame
Upon yourselves
Or maybe I am the blushing rose
Who pricks with thorns
But when held close
Is fragrant,
splendour
Epitaphs in gold
Just a lone Matopo hill
Where one could view the world
Even the people that visit the hill say
Mmm the spirit is strong
Yes
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