Lyrics:
Lifting - TJ Chill produced by K9
Chorus
The bars are heavy yes
I'm lifting I'm lifting
They float from the spirit realm
Into my gifting I'm
right
Jumping off the porch hit a lick
In the daylight
Full time
I be on the clock like the two hands
All grind
Underground legend like Booman
Full course
dog
Let's go, let's go Happy Snacker
Maybe she's on the tracks, fixing her sneakers
Oh, I know now
Why you moved in by my side
You were running away
in your hand
By daylight your company don't come for free
Maybe you didn't even know my name
But baby I'll never tame this burning flame
Into
that's what brass knuckles for
Junkyard dog that'll tail foreign sluts
Work you into a shoot like a mail sorter does
Drinking six packs at the Motel 6
me for to watch myself, and keep my gun around
This nigga touched me to the heart, plenty battles I done fought
Don't move in daylight when it's
of Death to breathe
Midst the whirl and daylight fauna
Of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause
Though Her torchlit
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
Gimme more!
Try to kill one!
Die!
Dog!
Yeah
By fallen bodies that's beneath the graves
There's only one who's alive
Invading constantly you see his face
Don't make me walk the dog
This gone be a public execution
So I hope you walk by divine faith
You tried to put a couple chains on but
I'm the fighting
Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves
Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out
Marble stained with rust,
light one up in Oceanside
The herb is legalized my nigga (Legalize my)
Spark that shit in the daylight, don't hide my nigga
(Spark that shit)
Feeling like
your distance from these pussy ass niggas, before we dog you out (Dog you out)
Too extravagant with these lyrics, I'm bout to shut it down
The people
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
thinking they a goat. It’s not what a nigga have, but what a nigga know. I wonder when the world will stop caring. Tired of being harassed by theses Toms
But I started to mix with the wrong breed of men
Led by the devil's own cause
I shot a man in Wheeling
And became the runnin' outlaw
I can hear those
niggas ball, shit I couldn't score
I decided I bought a Benz too now a nigga fly by,
Fly jumping out the drive rock
Haters see me when I hop out (what?)
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check
so weary started by
Daylight next morning bright and early took a drop of the pure
To keep me heart from sinking that's the daddy's cure when
He's
Late nights
You shouldve been at home
Daylight
Acting like you’ve done nothing wrong
Always got me contemplating
Why you so damn complicated
Out here
the whirl and daylight fauna
Of society at court
Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause
Though her torchlit shadow
Thrown upon damp cellar walls
on market street
I bark as excited as a quarantined dog in heat
So I pause to pee where the cops can see
Little did I know that the marks had already
Made by the, ah, Flesh
(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)
(The Flesh, the Flesh)
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
Deep in your mental,
and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt
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