Lyrics:
after two thousand years they started taking
The babies started being born and living
And they had tails, they had a few reptilian features
They could
side no longer alive.
Lying by a tree
Is a broken shattered man,
Killed by the sword in my warrior's hand.
But in his heart
He does not hate this
(You recordin', Smerf?) what up, Webb?
What up, Vito? Ayy nigga, ayy
C'mon ayy, nigga, yeah
Lookin' at the Rollie, man
that's perfect timing
the seventh round
I learned rules from the streets and wrote them lessons down
I know a hundred fifty-five thousand weigh like seven pounds
Said I'ma be
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
an uncomfortable thong twisted in your rear
He was eight years behind, I was already advanced, I've been here
Denim suits with alligators
Your man sports black
Thousands of years ago
In the Garden of Eden
Eve and Adam had an event
If you believe that, fine and well
But many others love to tell
A different
never ends
And everything I feel as years go by
Makes her love grow sweeter still in my eyes
In my eyes...
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
Gods hands yeah it's in Gods hands
I'm tryna take flight but no wings hold my hand
A thousand years of pain but we pray to this man
Created my own truth
death experience
Powers in the hands of heathens
Kill the man & his love
Close my eyes
Deep space
In 7 years, I've died over a thousand times
The original
you got something to lose by loving
I'll always be your man
As you watch the sky through the northern lights
Take your time to say good bye bye bye
the truth
No, I'm not the truth
Your idea of me was developed
Thousands of years ago
Before man ever traveled to the moon
Before nuclear weapons
Before TV
was here
So I'm up forty-eight hours every day seven hundred thirty days a year
That's fourteen days every week I don't never sleep just to make it
This shit chose me I ain't choose it I had dreams of the NBA, man
Everything changed, still I'm the same man
I got so tired of doing the same, man
By
I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair
love the buddah...listen man your
mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man]
trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
seventy ponies,
three thousand sets of drums,
seven thousand comic books,
and a do-it-yourself gui-tar course,
complete with a eight-by-ten COLOR pho-toe
sands
The call to prayer in the air
We were here a thousand years
Civilized and organized
On fertile land we strived and we thrived
Zionist plot was
to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball.
The man in
get mad at me
But according to facts, this seems just fantasy
Because man, the most ancient man
Was found thousands of years before Adam
the land of sin
i close my eyes and i count to ten thousand
shit is still fucked up down at public housing
turn in the tv just to see my man on the news
no
AN INDIAN MAN WITH HIS HAIR IN BRAIDS
AND A FEATHER JUST FOR SHOW
AND HIS BLACK EYED BABY AT HIS MAMA'S BREAST
BY THE STOVE IN THE GENERAL STORE
AND YOU
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