Lyrics:
the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't
They won't stop my bank roll,
to suffer. Save the planet if you love her
It'll all be worth it once you're dead
I have to tell you how impressed I am with all your writing
Your creativity
king
Riots, gimme ya head and i'mma fry it
Try it, i just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
Cats are jammin like mitch green, more albums than al
to a state
Where i create rappers rate, snatch ya bodies like the dirty mate
Wait, til you hear the next album drop
Cuz this shit right here is strictly for
I'm surprised you could stay here
After all that you've done
We hadn't spoken in ages
Encased by the sun
You were the favoured
But now you're dead
My hair
My skin
Estrogen
Catalyst of sin
My face
Absent mind
Im nothing but the shell of whats inside
My voice
My body
Fetishist
The way i write
Don't look through the glass
Just wait let time pass
Close your eyes, no surprise
Don't worry, I'm by your side
One day I'll see you in my dream
One
ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
Can't believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
nowadays rappers come wit Gucci belts and face tats
So imma wear a Gucci suit wit a face mask
Red carpets, red eyes, and dead guys
That used to run this
eyeballs to throw
Your soul you're quick to drop
Under the big top
This wicked shit we flow to (Come down)
So many dead souls we go through (Come down)
to really being quite charmed
By your feminine effects
You're the only one with whom I would role play Oedipus Rex
(Nice)
I want you to be my pleasure puss
I
Lit by the gaslight
In endless darkness
It's hard to tell the dead from alive
But don't you worry, fella!
Play your tarantella!
Entertain your morbid
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
Lego, motherfucker
And when we spit y'all better run, duck, and cover
Y'all are masseuses cuz you're holding us back
You show no respect, you gambled now
you thrive in the slack
You're the redeemer got a crown not a hat
You told me be me
Gotta take off the mask
Gotta be grateful in your lack
You pick me
are open , I hear you calling me
I hear you calling me..
I hear you calling me..
Ohh......
From the album "Gravity's Rainbow"
Written by: N.
When a man of my age shaves his face in the morning,
Who is it that stares back and greets him?
The ghost of his father long dead all these years?
When you breathe
When you breathe
When you breathe
When you breathe
When you breathe
When you breathe
Dead bones starts to rise
When you breathe
You're a man of 'igh position
Esteemed by your peers
And when your little tykes are cryin'
You 'aven't time to dry their tears
And see them grateful
it is pollution
Caused by an economy of half-truths
And the resulting confusion
You sign a form the day you're born
That commits you to collusion
With
bump in the night, me creeping
Ouch, fuck, I stubbed my toe
If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor
Uh, fuck it, you're dead
branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.
In an age where the greats get hate,
I just want to say thanks 'fore way too late.
"When you're gone" and you've graced those gates.
I'll want
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