Lyrics:
god's have all demolished it
But I've never felt so brave
As when I'm looking at your face
They can decimate my body
But my heart will not disgrace
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
to say i made the best Grime albums anymore
the man know that i did
anybody upset can hit my DM’s
i shine through the dark just like 3M
no typo there’s p
to the third
I'm callous ridden the work I put in the games a given
Where I'm from the old heads get ashamed by children
Thought young bull was on some casual
literature
Like literally
I can't hold it
I feel all of it
The police targeted
Like I'm shoppin'
Want my albums posthumous
No fraudulent
Gas like
Deny myself and open my core
Make sure my heart is an open door
Cause I get cocky when I'm outdoors
In the midst of war
I don't fear more
Cause what I
by the hour
I’m in the fashion world like what the fuck is black power
I just wanna be Louie, Prada , even saint lurant,
ooo
trippin, y’all niggas
long
Even tho it seem right I'm amazed by how it just seems wrong
The records that they selling ain't selling its time to move on
My grandfather was more
brand new album
To Whom It May Concern
Yeah
Critics say I'm doing way too much
To be real I feel that I don't do enough
Shout out to my small fanbase they
rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my
the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two
character
And staying in Muncie's hysterical
I'm blessed by believers who know me well
My movement from state to a federal
Emails on top of retails
On top
Music is in my heart
Nothing can take it away
I’ve had it from the start
Had to keep it at bay
Now I’m breakin’ out
Signing checks for full amounts
flip
Every album like a brick
Times Sixty-Six
See I'm in the mix
Cuz I focused on my own pot
And I won't quit
Till them S.C.G'Z on top, nigga
Smoke
Little tea cups with pictures on them
Those album colors and gold hearts on my skin
Street signs with something like your name printed on them
Call it exposure therapy
Introducing my ways
Bringing forward my waves
Let's explore the caves (where I'm)
Writing rhymes all-day
Worried 'bout all
left to say
And I will say them with some much intention
As I'm sitting here on the stairs of your deck and I'm
Saying that the best days in life fly by
tossing the ring like a Molotov
And I broke up with bitches so I could be lovesick like studio album Don Toliver
And I'm sitting on gold from my EP called
making a fuss
I got my eyes stuck on a bottle, wanna break it and toss
Flipping through pages in the album, thinking zero percent
I'm breaking hearts
Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?
My heart was chiseled out the stone out of the ghetto
And I'm breakin' the mold
I'ma do what I want, ain't no
and make art
cnd I'm influenced by many different people
Mediums and meaty ideas
So meet the shape-shifter
The mystery of syncopated beats
Were you listening
like y'all should know who I am and
Discover what you listening to
Who the fuck am I
I go by the name of Real Prophecy
My philosophy is to kill the game
bottles
When I spit, you freeze like terracotta models
Not a fan of you lot, be rapping facts till I drop, I'm boutta be popping off like rockets
Big up
Let that lions heart
Shine hard and find targets
Thats what I'm talking
Let that lip off with eyes stalking
At what you think is my coffin
I walk in
I
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