Lyrics:
the angels
Saint Peter ain’t got nothing on me now
In dreams I walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline
Feel so alive when the wind blows, just riding my
together, freestylin' on stage
Manhattan and long island, for mike and dave
After that, I was convinced we can do it
Until my man biz jetted and came out
the
Imploding sky drops
I cross the burned bridge
Of syringes? by lyrics?
Cyclops infinitely focused on moving
This ice block i could of land a nice job
But I
I was lacking
Now the feelings are coming distraction
How'd I even begin to enact this
I've been falling apart from the passion
I've been falling
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
but I'm straight to fuck
Yeah you know I got a chicken in the condo
I was sick of getting off beat she a bongo
Now she playing with the hard D being
and flaggin'
Got the west coast laughing, now esco's asking
What happened? My homegirl from upper manhattan
She remembers the quarters that's latin, alotta
feels
Fortified by gorgeous lines like my rhymes were behind steel
So even at your worst it's revealed to me as benign zeal
The Mindfield
Yo, welcome
as standard oil
But now, Manhattan holds me
To a chair in the sky
With the bird in my ears
And boats in my eyes
Going by
to be alive right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world
In the greatest city in the world
How I will beat you just like your father, don't even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice
him back?
Give me the mac, let me welcome with that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that
Listen, ya'll stop
or a Jaguar
You didn't think G Rap was going that far
I'm here to tell off, because you thought I fell off
And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell
and the signs
So I followed her into the black lands
Where the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the lace
Even now trying to get
the pool
Now that my reflection is no more visible
Back to my MCI empty identity
I wrote before she bounced even like, "Remember me!"
Yeah whateva ya do,
an LP
But right about now in 2003
I gotta make one to rock the party
As I change back from DJ to MC
Now it's time to get funky!
For the ladies, for
wasn't compelled
Belittled all the times she tried to kill herself
And now he's free to terrorize the streets
She only ever cries herself to sleep
Doesn't
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
the boys' room coolin' by the locker
All the girls in class know that I'm the cool rocker
Punk in the hall man I should of oughta hit him
Had the fresh
Strip search, shake cells
See for shanks stashing
Swallowed by a system of six day sores
Who hypnotize society?
Even though suffer slow, I
Still saddled
ride, trains I ride four five
I got two sixty five ten short of seven five
And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side
So I’m waiting by
shattered
Cheer her up yeah now she flattered
Spin on it like she ain't had it
This girl must be from Manhattan
Living the high life
We doing what we want bc
Written by: blue/smith
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
It's hot and dusty
Getting old and rusty
And I'm not talking about my car
Torn and tattered
Bruised
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