Lyrics:
for an R&B album wonderin' my outcome
Want the black triangle
But I'm real with or without one
'Cause I'ma still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin'
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
a naked anorexic
I gets, jazzy baby if you're blastin maybe you can
see me and Mista Lawnge to drop the flavor loops like Toucan
Lawnge --
It's
the promise of an afterlife
cll promises broken in the promise of money in the afterlife
Girls, cars, drugs, pleasure, love in the afterlife
Reborn naked and i
are the followers
And there's no more blood to bleed
Who then remains to kneel,
For this marionette to lead?
And the naked actor shrivels
The adulation
are the followers
And there's no more blood to bleed
Who then remains to kneel,
For this marionette to lead?
And the naked actor shrivels
The adulation
I was there in your hand
And when you give more than I can take
When I stumble beneath the weight
And when I break away still I am there in your hand
And I just wanna be right by your side
On any night that you be cryin', baby
I'll dry your eyes, I'll dry your eyes
There is a God
It is a God
now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots
You're cold, your touch is just like ice
And your eyes is a look of resentment
I can sense it and I don't like it
How come, we don't even talk no more
at this
I've contructed sentences
That'll stand longer then stone henges megaliths
My first and second albums consists of more then a million terabits
From the Albums:
* Prisoner of the night
* 2nd Live
* Something heavy going down
* The naked truth
* Last blast of the century
Get out of my
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when I'm done it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way I say my rap clear
I make people more excited than
amor
I need more
Give it to me until I am sore
And then some more
I'll show you what's in store
Never will I bore
Look me in my eyes
Surprise
I want you
that brand new coupe, you be right side of me
Couldn't let you walk by since first time you say hi to me
Say you can't trust these niggas no more, can
night with you
You better hold me like I'm
More than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters
You like music
Then let's make it
And your breathe
Let me take it
There's no rush
To get you naked
I'd start with the tip
But not for this
Kissing
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
another dream
I would shine
It would be mine...
The silent one before me rise
I watch him glow...
So cold and naked...
His eyes are burned away
And one by
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