Lyrics:
And a far cry from over you
Oh, so I'm on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
To the after party
And with you by my side
It's a beautiful ride
So
And a far cry from over you
Oh, so I'm on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
To the after party
And with you by my side
It's a beautiful ride
So
BROKEN WINGS
(Written by John Redmon)
I tried to fly with broken wings
By living in shattered dreams.
Jagged pieces
a foe, John Doe
You ain't Tariq Trotter, Ghost, or Nasir
You pale in comparison long as I'm here, yo
Celebrate them here now, not the year after
Tellin'
"Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/
Promoe:
I'm here to give a voice to all the blurred
waitin on is arixec, disease
I tie knots in niggas legs and make knees
John James Brown said "Please, please, take my hand"
Yours flow, your style has
blood
I needed water
I found a flood oh my
And I almost drank enough to die
Took my John boat out to sea and the waves grew high
SOS now
Can you help
blood
I needed water
I found a flood oh my
And I almost drank enough to die
Took my John boat out to sea and the waves grew high
SOS now
Can you help
love you.
I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now
I'll get to you somehow.
Until I do I'm telling you so
You'll understand.
(John Wayne Wiggins)
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
I can't believe your memory didn't keep me awake
My heart's not beating
Your phone call took my by surprise
Gee, it's been a long, long time
Since those hot and humid Texas nights
When we went swimm'n in the tide
I traveled so far
I'm chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar
New era bust em like reign terror
So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured
and confused
16 year underdog still donning Under-roos
Sorry Busta, I know my flow sounds used
Written and directed by the likes of John Hughes
Recycled
flooded back from miles around
It was a battleground - it went off every night
Martin, Martin, I'm sure he's firing somewhere
Martin, Martin, fired up
I got pope John Paul in his casket turning
When I'm at a Catholic sermon smashed
With a flask of bourbon
Dashing in a black suburban, passing
split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen
You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In
mean
Like when I was coming up, it was like, you know
Martin, and Malcolm, you know, I'm, I'm, kinda feeling like
The Black Market is on that energy,
cuts on your CD, compare it to blues
Get this one official stamp, boost the amp
Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance
I
it up.
Top Dawg:
I'm pulling the evidence form all y'all fakin' ass residents
Who claim that y'all community clam and come from heaven send
You best
Stand by your shadow
Now you're completed
All kinds of lights
Show me you're there
Slowly through sunsets
Somehow the air is oh so bright
Mouth
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