Lyrics:
baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo
are caged
Very hard to escape
Praying hard everyday
Black men black power
Please break it God Father
Rap3.
Somebody wake me, I’m sleeping
Playing in my
blade I think I want it matte
I can't get sleep got a hole in back
Killed by love it's a self suicide, yeah
My name in a book I swear I'm gonna die
Don't
Josh Jacobs that boy is the truth
Kenyan Drake just let him loose
Me you know I be in that black hole
Chillin with Gorilla Rilla and Cisco
Only team
buried
Shit gets scary when you say Mike three times Kinda like a Bloody Mary
Blood splattered, torture Cadavers as the pulleys vary
The tools that I
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
The see-hole
A witness by design
Is going to laugh about it
The 3 ring circus
The box office smashed
The killing off of characters
the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher?
Oh, you mean, Black Debbie
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's just
three not even going mach speed
Spoken my peace hozho na'ha' lii
Automatic rap addict savage
Holographic track classic daggers
Tomahawks and black
blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
ship cannot resist her long|Nearer to my deadly goal|Until the black hole|Gains control...||[3]|Spinning, whirling|Still descending|Like a spiral
On my time yeah
Big Dreamer
Elusive peace of mind
The treasure that I'm seeking
All these hours spent drowning
And now I am the sea king
Black hole right
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
it's very strange
The moment you reach the dimension of god you will find this void, this black hole.
In truth, god doesn't have any perspectives
Nor
might be time to relocate again (yeah)
Blessed and highly flavored (yeah)
We all petrified by paper (mhmm)
Couple of them pretty piano beats
So I can
And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden
That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen
From some river or lake buried way down
some more of it?
He gone fuck with me no matter what that whore said
Pockets real fat need three thighs
Eating on prawns oversea side
My homie serve near
don't have is a chopper
And a yacht
Three stacks for an hour just to drive it off the lot
Floor seats at the playoffs right next to the mascot
Trying
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
of three
He ain't missing, you can find him hanging by a fucking tree
Yeah I'm in the pit bitch you give a shit?
We fucking walk inside this bitch and now
a shop on the banks of the Irwell
There Sam used to follow his trade,
In a place you'll have heard of called Bury
You know, where black puddings is made.
Don't even know who i would be
By now If i wasn't the man you see
Right Now
Been through the storm been through the heat I'm crowned
All i wanna be
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