Lyrics:
anywhere, and I’m burned on trust
They made a mutt out of mud, and they named me a savior, well
I can’t save her, and he’s still lying so I am
Guilty by
murdered by a scumbag
The type that doesn't realize that he's done bad
He's walking the streets free, while you're 6 feet deep
Police close the case, plus
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
our brother dead
He asked me if I needed anything before he went to bed
I was good but still, I should've double checked
Felt a little guilt
I was
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
cnnie Bessie
Robert Samuel
cnd, John Waymon
My Great, Great, etc. Grandfather Thomas purchased a 100-acre farm in the Russell Union community, where he
song
(That's foolish man, what's he got now
7 million albums? Ha!)
They said I wasn't from the streets
When I was working behind the scenes
Shit
give back every second
Pray for guidance on the 7's
Televise the revolution
Cuz, never again
No energy left to give this
I couldn't be more specific
He's
a statue ninety foot gold
Would you bow when he tell you to
Or would you tell him no
And go to the furnace
Seven times hotter so you know that it's burning
might get stuck
Attempted one eight seven and he a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no chokin'
I
might get stuck
Attempted one eight seven and he a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no chokin'
I
closing in on me
The icy pressure makes it hard to breathe
It seeks to steal the life of every servant
Who want it so desperately
I need you by my side when
his wrath
He'll behead a thousand heads and go on without a thread
Thirty minutes past the commencement
Northern Skies
I was late again spending all my
diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we choose to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of albums
Niggaz done came and went, and we still poppin
Our name is
on the A and we posted with glocks
He post on the B, he bound to get shot
He throw up the C, he must be a cop
He throw up the G, he got hit by the glock
Now, it's
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
"Anytime now
He's gonna say it's love," you never called it what it was
'Til we were dead and gone and buried
Check the pulse and come back swearin'
It's
it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
To fill your head
By the wall
afraid, just breathe and wait (Ps 37:7)
And blessed is he that's not offended by me (Mt 11:6)
Are you really the one (Mt 11:3)
The man who walks on storms
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
devoured by rodents-
Alive!...the pain....so extreme
The king he throws back his head
he's so glad neither are dead
Removes the half man from the wall
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
his share of women, he must drug them into bed
He grabs them by the pussy, who said romance is dead
He doesn't like the o-zone, he'd like to see it gone
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