Lyrics:
way home or it in me to fight
No sound of a soul not a spirit in sight
Face lit by phone light
I can sense your soul on Insecure Avenue
And the corner
for dead
Tell me how could I convince you
Of the visions I've conceived
I'm the modern day Cassandra
Always heard but not believed
Not even by me
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
cin't nothing sadder than a woman cheating on her man while he's overseas,
To come home and see that his wife, is on her knees,
To another man,
They
Hello everybody my name's Evan D kraven
I am today's newest patient
I'm glad I'm participating
I guess I'll start this off by saying
I'm a labelled
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
a deep long sleep
Nine thousand miles away from home
Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be equal
But the men who
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
a good song
To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern
speaking English now
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still ain't got no
free ma people go home Mr president free IDPs,
Am saddened by the plight of my people in Benue,Nasarawa, Taraba, no Nigeria citizen deserves to be
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
handicrafts. The market is home to a variety of shops selling traditional textiles, handicrafts, and jewelry, as well as modern electronics and household goods.
day of Easter Monday
The Resurrection turned into an insurrection
The Irish people woke up to a gloom
To abolish the British Rule by Saint Patrick's
Once there was an English schoolboy
Who'd heard many a tale
And dreamed to be a great white hunter
Out on the ivory trail
Lived his dream and sailed
drop, motherfucker cop
Old English, 800 on the block,
Way before sane eyes came to the spot
niggas used to hang out, and do the pop lot
And if we got
they desired
(chorus)
The English were surrounded by the French who came to fight
With love for England the mutineers turned to fight with all
behind it tryna get this gwala 10 ways
Kat daddy made it home
Out the pen survived the struggle
To get Killed by a hater that ain't want a thang from em
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh
How hard could it be for the boy
Youn wanna get burnt by the heat from the torch
I'm the voice
better leave it alone
When walk on the scene, hearing hollering n screaming
It’s prolly the demons that call my head home
It’s purge time my words rhyme
top shelf
And all the while I'm praising myself
For who i am now and who i was then
Has risen, quadrupled and doubled by ten
From a fountain of choice
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