Lyrics:
stories
The glory
So what's makes u think
U could bet on us all bein gone
I'm from the part of the side
Where u gon decide if u different
Or gon play along
of all it’s hardness
Surrounded by darkness, called into marvelous Light
Cuz my God is alive
So for my God I will ride
Even if it means die
Physically,
Hollywood star
You cut me out the frame and played the part
I had these lines to say that fell apart
PG-13 takes that got rated R
And then the rest
friends
What we shared was raw envied by so many
But the fuck up thing was that it was not just any
But
You and i, we weren't meant to be so smart
This
term mood for you
A page or two
A post you'll take down soon
For me a song or three
A melody
That I'll play on repeat
(I'll play on repeat)
Turn around
Mighty like Guybrush
I'm mighty like Guybrush
Mai-tai type of pirates
Point and click upon your lighters
Mighty like Guybrush
I'm mighty like
This is how the story is ran
White woman threatened by existence of black man
What possesses her to verbally attack that man?
Then have to forcibly
A WOMAN OF COLOR.
SHE WAS A PASTOR’S WIFE.
SHE LOST THREE GOOD FRIENDS
AT THE TREE OF LIFE.
IT TOOK HER BY SURPRISE.
I SAW THE GRIEF SPILL FROM HER EYES.
fun
While we all count the score
One, two, three, four
Thousands, millions
People dying just to keep
Them in the action
Through the eyes
clouds by venom and the thunders by lighting flames
The raindrops are made by blood which once flowed in veins
Since I saw the world ruins, I stopped
clouds by venom and the thunders by lighting flames
The raindrops are made by blood which once flowed in veins
Since I saw the world ruins, I stopped
afford
And by tomorrow torches, pitchforks
No one loves you anymore
There's a special place in Hell
For cowards just like you
A good man would use a knife
crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But
gonna help
I pour a 3 inside my cup trying not to melt
I keep a .38 on the inside of my belt
Waist size, call crodie and ask him like what’s the case size
On the road to riches still ain’t seen commissions now
Pain a part of me I keep it in my system now
Chopped them out the frame and now they get
isotopes
I'm Chernobyl with vocals I'm like a Russian village
That struck by a meteor, destroying its buildings
Cremate your whole crew, scattered their
better by tomorrow
So turn your brain off
Turn your brain off
And go back to sleep
It's 3am
As the seconds on the clock are passing by
You're traversing
put in front of me
See they harden till I step up, then they run from me
Cause Myke Miers is much more than a man
Part machine with a mic attached to my
ourselves cold blooded narc
Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends when they part
I'm like a sentinel
Known to be the principal original
Lookin' for
started out as an ordinary day
Ended in a catastrophic three part tragedy
Police officials released information of a brutal car accident
That lead
blink
I'm all in her mouth, and she's in my arms
Caressing me, by then it's on
And we are both wrong, cause her boyfriend's cool
We all went to school,
of bread
Chop off his head, split his body down the middle
I'm like a three year old and your bones are skittles
Riddle, diddle, little, sickle, pistol
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
fighting to stay up in mix
Don't let no jumper get you niggas chipped
I'm with some suwoops and a couple crips
He keep talking like he it we gone hang 'em by
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