Lyrics:
I am a big wit dealer, the confident stealer
Hand me a microphone you might
Not do the speakers
A Roman army that will never cease fire
Back in
all the rules
Make my own life
My own night
I won't stop till the whole world is mine
Any walls in my way
Will be broken with the waves
Of my sea, by
blazing in the
pits of hell, his name is most adequate.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to
be sorrowful at this point,
for his death is nothing
the fortunate.
The fortunate I am not, as I have lived for hours.
My dying image, my innards are ripped
And picked away by my "comrades" literally
But I did it from the heart, not to get famous
Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us
And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show
(ay), and she nuh wan' no lame man
Nuh bruk pocket boy cah call her name and (gweh)
You cyaan' tie her down wid no ball and chain
She wan' di MVP
Small waist big bank
Wrist sprained fish tank
Face down ass up
Call her a good girl an she back up
Niggahs want smoke call back up
Caught a double
I am
Surrounded from every corner like goddamn
Held down by a gunpoint like a mini ram
Memories in and out like a program
My thoughts are steady
late night, same crowd, take a bow
for my friends and my family, who came for me
in this dirty dive bar don’t get far and I’m still weighed down
said your name
He called you kitten
Who knows if you were right or not
And who cares if you lost or won
You kneel down arranging the wreath you
There's a place outside of Memphis
where I met the travelin' man
Preachin' on a wall of sound
built by his ragin' band
I saw a sparkle in his eye
Stand aside now no one will survive can't tell you how I know
In some time I will change my name and lay low
In the light you can see me walk down
I wait until the morning comes
I look outside and then i run
Down to the place, where I might find you
Lots of people walk on by
The moments fade
always try your best
It will pay off every time
Catch that tiger by its toe
If you ever let him go
You'll see he moves in a straight line
Acting
Get me home But when engines purr in perfect harmony The things at home Are things I should not dream To take me down will take a better flight than
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]
Riding down the valley of the Kings
I hear the song of a thousand years
Once you've seen the things that I have
Innocent I was born a queen
Woke to life I thought it was a dream
I was lying in the gutter when a hand unseen
Poured down the sun on New York
find
It's time for you to leave this world behind
Pain is all I feel, and I just can not believe
What I see in front of me, your angel is coming for me
The quarter moon like chalk on a slate
Board the windows up before it's too late
The weather man and my horoscope both agree
It's not in the stars
attention from my neighbours
I don't wanna make friends with a cop
You get your nose wiped in a second
You call out my fuckin' name in the dark
Washing my
held down my block for real
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel
How to box niggas in where they can barely move
Roll wit straight thugs
respect, my limps paid for by claims direct,
Cut off two toes and got gangrene, now I walks with a gangster lean,
I did it in work, no win no fee, I got four
that This is who I am
It's not addiction
It's fact
Hitting rock bottom is in my blood
You should see my rotten parents dressed in mud 9 to 5 was just
The leaves came down
And you walked by them
All year around the trees fall at your feet
Southbound birds and the winter bees
Are soldiers in
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