Lyrics:
the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, "Long live the look on your face"
And bring on all the pretenders
bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame,
a number
That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in
My Hummer
Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me
Will I wind up locked
a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came,
me
I'll show you how to live a life
That frightens them from inside out
I can see your lies
In my mind
In my mind
I can see your lies
In my mind
I can
And brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There won't be fighting in the street
They think they've got us beat
But revenge is
Absolutely, I always say that for
Their minds to interpret it, they have to
Draw a comparison and I always say
Even though it's very common, it's just a
More
Promising peace of mind, serenity with your own kind
The trade is pretty simple, they will give you that for your own life
Depression... its a reality (Its
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
a number
That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in
My Hummer
Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me
Will I wind up locked
Don't mind doing it for free
But break bread and gone eat
Young nigga like me
Won't get tricked off the streets
Tricked off the streets
Nah nah fuck that
West Valley, oh yeah, for sure
Won't slow down the flow, cause
My mind is steady racing, geeked up and he's thizzin
You can tell by how he's pacin', face
the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,
I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
walks, well, the larger God's promise grows
These are what dreams are made of in a pressure filled mind
Inscribing the message on the street when pleasures
I feel life passing me by
A little more each day
We don't act out our love
In that old sweet and simple way
The world's got problems baby
We've
and consider it done
The streets fathered me, so I'm considered its son
Keep it real stay sucker free and the figures will come
Live by the gun and put my life
and the figures will come
Live by the gun and put my life on the line
Anybody can get left bullets right through your mind
Aside Satan Step Aside
Woe Who would've thought I'll be on the brink of losing my mind
From the lust of the flesh got me slowly dying
Tempted by
Too many problems on my mind
Living shife is starting to be
A full time grind
I'm just trying to live my life
But somehow peace is something
I'll
up the Wu-Tang double CD
And you'll get all the education you need this year
You know what I mean
Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit
Word
and lakes and rocks and trees and rivers.
the forest was also inhabited by a small group of people
called the lizards. the lizards were a simple people
snapping never asked what happened
When the time it takes to take control is measured in fractions
Seconds, minutes, years passing by
That slow evolution
surroundings
And where it is I've been
I've travelled me some distance
Now for such a long time
Think that I should settle down
And live my life divine
That
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