Lyrics:
as the people start to cry.
Hour,
Hour,
Week by week,
Look into the mirror before getting on with me,
Skylon,
Skylon,
Way up high,
Cutting at the wires
trying to be heard above your noise?
And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"
A little boy of three sittin' on the floor
Looks up
angels are shadows
I saddled up, and get the fucking battle
Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever
You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached
Above
loves the battle cry
Strong man is survivor--he lives to pound
Little wooden crosses in the bloody ground
He's fit and dominant--his will is truth
His
a battle ax
From the east came a third, holding a
Spiked club, and finally, from the west
A rider who wielded a great hammer of war
With them came their
The truth behind a fake smile
Lonely man in this crowded room
Another shot to heal the battle wounds
The crowd is waiting for his battle cry
He
the shit in my head
Push away the words that you've said
You can't control me anymore
Let's start the battle, here's to war
Your diatribe won't make me cry
by bit
You made them cry,
Many poor girls cry
When they trying to keep you happy,
They just trying ta keep you satisfied
Chorus
Mr big stuff, (tell me
Will my super powers
Be of the Superman that went coward
No, that is not I
Do not stand by the man side who shouts pride
2015 the government knew
scary cause I've been through hell
But I kept my smile
Faught those battles & I took my time
Okay, alright I am fine
I am a warrior defined by time
But I
to the races by Lana Del Ray
Pick your battles, don't tattle, live to fight another day
There's only so much you can do if the rhythm is wrong
It's been too long
We All Make Mistakes
We R All In The Eternal Memory
Transpired by higher
I desire to rise into the sky
Third to the most high speak with utmost
research every sexual assault that was ignored by the police who thought better to avoid it
She could have had the life perfect tens are often handed but
somebody (pump, pump)
When, then, send, some Gin
And a pack of Zig-Zags, now let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm
let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm fucking up every nigga known in the industry (pump, pump)
Check this out,
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
somebody (pump, pump)
When, then, send some Gin
And a pack of Zig-Zags, now let the games begin (pump, pump)
In nineteen-motherfucking-ninety-three
I'm
World?
(Will you stand by me in a stand by World?
Will you stand by me? Oh yeah)
Hello, hey now
The Fonz is cool, Fonzy don't cry
Hello, hey now
Well ask
on me
Can't die on me (Can't die on me)
Money flipping it's shit bitch, it times by three (It times by three)
Bitches twerking on me shit, it's so 'citing
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
This place will tell you lies
With each passing shadow that goes by
But there's only one or two, at most just three
More likely none that I still
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you die by your own hand
As a suicide, you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you, you shall not grow old
With every
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
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