Lyrics:
We rise under the purple hazed moon light
Surrounded by the dark winter chill
Out of the mist that rose through the forest
We all dance
when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz?
Who got
search of the lost
Perfectly patient by default
The King sets many captives free
Grafts the wild shoots into his tree
Working everything together for our
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
long live King Air, yeah
Everything I have ever been through
Every place I have ever been to, it's been true
Blood there - that's fundamental
Heart,
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
(yo, Tizzy)
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I'm still up
a trap by forest rangers
I got a bitch that's out
Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man
They know I got that type of money
That turn Coach into a Benz
You
blood spilla
To make it blunt a straight demon killa
The other day I had a dream, it seemed
That I was crowned the king, given the kingdom
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
head
This is world war three
Bombing innocent blood shed
This is world war three
All hell broke loose
Feeding crocodile
Angels
When your
Country
ordinary man.
A man born of royal blood
must live by sword in hand.
This one not so lucky,
as he fell to his knees.
Suddenly inflicted,
deranged with
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Custer's birthday, and three Oriental Kings showed up with gifts of myrrh and other crap.
Many pilgrims did not survive the first winter because they didn't
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
blood, I knew this was my way
Took up the blade, left those I loved
Vowed to take up arms, for heaven above
One signed by the cross, how far have we gone
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
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