Lyrics:
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
Your light was taken by the killing knife
She's been lonely and forgotten ever since
But her beauty in the night light will remain
She's been lonely
travel in multiples of C
The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries
Of Clan Calusa with two blue metric rulers
Liked Cool J, but thought
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking for something new
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream
I was nothing but a lonely boy
Looking for something new
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream
Blood,(what set you from) Crip,(what set you from)No fear,(what set you from)
But you wanna be a gangsta
In the hood ain't nothing poppin but gang bangin
something?
Or may be nothing, nothing
Blood stains on the camouflage jacket
And love pained hands on the fully automatic
She looks into the eyes of her
but I ain't here to judge
Just a walking testimony manifested through the blood
Do it for the hood so they label me a thug first I plant a couple seeds
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
Thomas
Seek peace prepare for blood spill
Hold fort we reign control hill
If im going im going for the kill
If you showing you pussies better drill
But
to be free
But still believing in broken promises
Disown the Uncle Thomas'
Keep your distance by kilometers
From the commonwealth
But I ain't one of them
but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
Oh precious is that flow
That makes me White as snow
No other
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
the daytime with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
if my name was Thomas
Feels like I've been through hell fam, I'm just being honest
They shot some flaming arrows, they tried to take me down
They even
Blood stain blood stain no illuminati
Looking in the mirror and I see a super hottie
I'm reckless no check list
When we fucking imma grab you by your
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
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FATHER BILL:
By
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totally
Oh now, please don't pass me by
Now there's nothing that I tell you
That will help you connect
The blood tortured night with the
Day that comes next
a name
He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius
He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can't even grow flowers and are
of thorns
Not wearing royal garb
But blood from flesh torn
And what kind of a king
Instead of promoting His enemies disposal
Would let His love hang
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