Lyrics:
cast in the shape of a half eaten apple...
Not until...
The sun is on a stick.
The moon hung on a hook.
Desperate times call for step by step
want to get home before I'm burnt by the sun
I want to be free in peace love and harmony
But my Miranda be vanishing like Carmen see
Check
the sun up, be ready to flee
Yo Lord, tell em where you be
Lord Tariq:
Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas
No love
Displacing all of this misery
100 I'm at a boil
Catch me by the sun
My moods resemble Texas
That's where I was born
So that's how I address it
Don't you
with lethal
Take the city while sleeper, Damn you don't wanna meet the reaper
Damned by the heat of my people, My own kind quick to spit up on ya dreams
he came in fire and the smell of hell
and he only took the evil folk
That he'd snort and breathe the flesh of dead
and that you knew him by the smoke
off with some metal & paper.
Bleed through pen expose all my sins.
Delete all the demons i’m keeping within.
Sun in morning deep cleansing my skin.
I
for more of those
I don't know what to expect
My college years ain't it just yet
What you give ain't what you get
But I guess the Sun ain't set
I still
do it when we wanna get in
By any means necessary to
Impress their friends
Now you done sucked everyone up in my crew
And then spanned off suckin'
, you a pinecone
Be with Jiggy makin plays up off the iPhone
People talkin' bout there's something
That they do online
With my dogs and they reppin' from
by people but alienated
Isolation ain't good for the soul
In long doses, but I don't wanna show
How I really feel, so I act the reel
Conceal all
got some
Haters trying to block sums
Even in these poetry circles
There's shade trying block sun
I pay no attention to the men behind The curtain
NO BETTER FEELING THST WILL MAKE A MAN COME ALIVE
THAN A HARLEY UNDERNEATH HIM AND ANOTHER RIGHT BY HIS SIDE
SOME PEOPLE CALL US CRAZY I JUST CALL US
Are you down?
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? (Are you down?)
If I never got on would you still love me?
If I fall out would
living on the run
Someone spark another dutch we're up until we see the sun
I been talking all my shit but I don't do this for no power
If I hop on then
heard of,
But everybody know they tha nicest
This is for them cats?.
When I design rhyme in daylight
Or primetime I stay tight
I walk the fine line
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like
and start fights to get attention from you
I walk off into the corn field, every cut's a new relief
I might stop talking altogether if you stop talking
It's a few people did me wrong, they couldn't make it right
Niggas gon' have to pay the price, 'cause they took a slice
Ayy, 'cause (yeah) I'm not
just a figment of my thoughts
People really need to listen but they all prefer to talk
Off the top I'm a fucking god
Raise hell, all hell who the fuck
this all night
All my ladies and mens this evening
We can do this all night
It's my first night in this spot
I can't front people jump okay it's
I'm trying to walk up the stairs
My hands are snatching at the slivers of light
I'm sticking to the steps
Each one a release from the place below
no one else you stood by me. When you picked me up and cleaned me off, Saw what not one else could see.
dreams
'cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder, they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved, they called 'em "the foot."
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