Lyrics:
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
But it's like I’m living in a ghost town
Man, how does that work?
Promise I won't be defined by my past work
But my last work spoke to 'em
Some still
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
kept my sins hidden
For so many years
I pretended to be a saint
Blinded by my pride
I could not see clearly
I stumbled and fell to the ground
I deserve
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hoards
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
Je suis celui qu’on nomme "l’homme au 14 mille jets-pro"
J’ai promis de faire un album digne des plus pros
J’erre sur les prods mais l’heure
File, il
protection
Attention attention Mr Salomon
Vous savez la sagesse appelle les démons
Donc dans le noir évite juste de dire son nom
Sinon supérieur te contrôle
à fait d'toi
Immature quand on t'recales tu t'adules?
J'suis différent moi, c'est sûr
J'l'ai vu dans l'regard des adultes
J'sais pas c'que les saints
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
heavenly hosts, Praise Father Son and Holy Ghost
Now praise to God the Son, To him be glory giv'n
Let every tribe and every tongue, Join in the song
mwen yon ti vote)
Some seeing their salvation, through de gates of Hell
Lead by Satan disguised as Saint Michael de archangel
With sweat, blood
the businesses and properties which were being run by elder sister and her son. But her husband was of the opinion that she was still young and still a student so
sound of trumpet playing taps
A father should never have to bury his own son
He throws a shovel full of dirt down and we follow one by one
Your kids are
at me I made it)
Sad you ain't to see
(Sad you ain't here to see)
Never forgot what taught me
(I never forgot what you taught me)
Son grind till you get
(Mmm mm mmm, mmm mm mmm...)
She answered by omission. I felt it when she kept her distance mood need true assistance
It proved a greater mission
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets
A man screams: The apocalypse is here
Our fathers knew all along
Hey son, you're out of time
You'd better repent of your sins
Hey Jack, don't you
risen Lord
All praise to God the Father!
All praise to Christ the Son!
All praise to God the Spirit
Who binds the church as one!
With saints who went
give my son the sun and the moon
Told my son stay out daddy closet
I got a chopper and it's new
Yea I got a chopper and it's not a toy
Told my boy stay
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten Son, our Lord
He was conceived by
of Heaven and Maker of Earth
And in Jesus Christ His only begotten
Son, our Lord
He was conceived by the Holy Spirit
Born of the virgin Mary
He
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