Lyrics:
On and on
Sunset covers everything in silence
Can't you see that all the
Seven angels raise their trumpets
And blare out in the night
Tears for the misery
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
Oh, I'm slime, I pray for Thug askin' God one more time
If you ain't had once, we all deserve a second chance to shine
Motherfuck that jury, I send
1998,
We need authorization to land.
Major, major? Landing co-ordinations.
We are now ten seconds from touchdown.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
at
The top of the steps
If it go to game seven or I sweep it in four
I make sure that my sneakers
Keep squeaking on floors
I'm busy on a day to day
Some days I
Spread by mass media and commercial
Pseudo-Hip Hop icons of pop-culture
This document presents the intentions of
Hip Hop Kulture when the
Good name of Hip
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
the life that we live for us
Get rid of the life that we live for us
Multiply by trust, divide by trust
It equals love, equals love
You're part of the math
me
And in seven seconds, a new nebula rose
To the twilight of time, in his infernal pillar
The scarabaeus, spread life by evil
Khopirron emblem
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag
first on Broadway.
With dark and yellow gold,
I was 11 years old.
The inspiration was spread out like a blanket, ask em'.
My discovery was beyond
And spread disease
And sail across the Seven Seas
The original magicians
Who marked out the stars and envisioned
The systems, the task and mission
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
destiny completed see the number 7/
Rising like it's leaven Devil got his weapons, but I'm never sweating cause I'm big stepping/
clways reppin never second
complex
Step by step til you reach the apex
Right now you're alive so rejoice in that
Take a deep breath 'cause it's joy in that
Every second precious
you live online Tron must be your god
Google must be Luke to you so YouTube's John
A crucial time with the usual crimes
They spread my message and are
bread
Kilt this beat like a Irish jig
God came down new live instead
Don't take racks if you like to spend
Invest and spread the wealth like
We were
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
take a hit of live resin (No cap)
Uh just remember triple 7
Now ima leave and go take a hit of live resin aye
goal from the 30 yard line
They forget to add seven yards for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goal posts are pushed way back
In 1974,
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
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