Lyrics:
see through their lies
This hate is exponential
I'm questioning my credentials
I'm slowly losing my mental
Like my heart isn't
I pray you bury it in
see through their lies
This hate is exponential
I'm questioning my credentials
I'm slowly losing my mental
Like my heart isn't
I pray you bury it in
see through their lies
This hate is exponential
I'm questioning my credentials
I'm slowly losing my mental
Like my heart isn't
I pray you bury it in
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
shows me his unfailing love
To David his anointed
The king and his descendants
Shows unfailing love to David
And all descended from him
Through all time
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
the album's shit, and I poured my whole heart out for nothing
Music, film, and writing, damn I've cast a wide net
Looking for that one thing, but hasn't arrived
night
Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street
Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"
The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?
we actually know
From what historians, political figures
And writers of the time wrote
Josephus, Tacitus, Suetonius
Pliny, Trajan, Lucian, Justin,
from those actually sung by David on the tracks)
Verse:
Sweet sugar pumping through my veins
Everywhere is on a wire
Sweet sugar you say it's just a game
Come on David
You're stuck
You're stuck grieving again
You find your self not sleeping again
Thinking of your self as less than
As less of a man
Not
Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
of King David
Songs of the heart and the arts sacred
When we naked, it's nothing to hide
Trust is the guide, I know I'm alive
With you by my side, and I
I'm from Cleveland
Everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze
So that means he killed him
Already
Dry over time
Memories leave us
Melody and rhyme
When the cold wind blows
The seeds we gather
From the gardener's glove
Live forever
Nothing
first grah gang TNB man)
Blinded by love bitches do you the worst
Like I ain't that shit would hurt
This love shit ain't a game it's a curse
And my heart
can you see who it might be?
Tell old man to ring the bell
Climb the steps up from the sea
I cannot see - I know him well
David of the Viking heart
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