Lyrics:
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
planet
It's pure planet
It's pure planet
Flying by in a perfect location
Billions of Earths worth of exploration
Or just a space gas station, I
close enough, I guess
If there were an ocean
We'd glisten on the surface
Surface
Instead of an eruption
We bubble, only briefly
When there is
Held in high regard, he comes again
Surface gone from under me, no more security
The future lies erased
These are the last remaining days
If in doubt
chcą byśmy żyli tak samo
Jak plastikowi ludzie brzmieli jak trendy dźwięki
Możesz kupić mój album ale duszę nie dzięki
Mówię nie najłatwiejszym
with my secret plans
Talk me down and out my head in a double bed
New releases get delayed by the blogs again
Back me up if the tourin' fails
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
Mike when I'm under attack
Album's here, can you smell that cooking?
Man wanna chat 'bout the proof's in the pudding
Tell me to shut up, we'll both
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
to a tree, bro
Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode
Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity
Surface low, economically
In
Or whoever you're talking to, Tesla - whoever you're talking to
Problems of the future can be solved by mankind because you create them
And you have
heels
Hung and bled
Corpses are suspended by their feet
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
Splashing
(follow me, follow me)
Into the mystery
From my shallow grave, I've prayed to find
The strength to crawl, the strength to climb
Up to the surface
on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
You
Down by the reservoir
By the reservoir
I Stay up late every night with my best friend
And dance in socks to dust covered albums
I lie awake every night
Don't care 'bout nothin' else
Oh oh oh
I'm better by myself
I'm better by myself
I don't need no one else
I'm better by myself
Myself
Don't
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
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