Lyrics:
profits lead an easier life,
Have all his pretty young ones educated,
And pass his days in peace among his own.
Thus Enoch in his heart determined all
to face me
You'll be face to face with your own face
Hands for everybody
Ya afterlife is your new place
I'll park a pussy at the park
You niggas all cunts
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
by
For moseying back in dreams where
Seeing us lost and scared
He put his hand on our shoulders
And pointed us to the temple across town
the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune
it, he was goin' down slow
I heard it all, the wireless radio
From down in the boondocks, way down in Key West
I'm searching for love, for
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
creatives here
We’re all born artists
Some people are artists of business
Some people are artists of composition
We were taught to hide our black
Fingernail
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
Chapter One
I can feel the raw flesh rubbing
Against the inside of my heels
The blister just popped
Good! I hope I bleed all
Over these wretched
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
All right, then
blacked out on them and started my own clan
Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate
My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate
The coke was
tell his mother
Let him hang out with the brawny boys
Scrawny as his is
He hold his own against the bully
He pull out his hair and yell at them
They
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
blacked out on them and started my own clan
Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate
My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate
The coke was
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin'
'Cause I'm
a shared history
If they dissing you then they dissing me
It's time to keep it clean like Listerine
Black love is the key
Let's own it like apostrophes
Dark
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
_film_poster.jpg/220px-Against_all_Odds_(1984)_film_poster.jpg "Against All Odds")
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