Lyrics:
on that shit you a bitch
Cause I'm back on my shit, throw a fit and go soak it in
I'm in this shit all to win it, i'll be the main reason these rappers is
Papal Rome power
Getting stronger by the hour
His wound is healed
His ways to kill within him still
Mind you
Dark ages part two
Its peace before
of the glittering sounds
Because, it's written in the skies
It's written in your eyes
It's written in the trees
Oh that four letter word
That's so seldom heard
Is
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Love is not possession and it can't be possessed,
If I should try to own you ,I'd be like all the rest.
I've learnt from past
song
V1
Is it January? Or Febuary?
I know when it is, its nevuary
The 32nd, I know it don’t exist
Stop acting all dramatic, just tell me when it is
I
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
it and dean the project
Flex a lil bit, I got the key with me
Don't fuck with the kid I'll crush ya
If you think that this ain't what it is
Rewind it
the ties
I gotta remember what’s in me
G.O.D is written on me
John 3:16 is written on me
I gotta remember that prayer before I die
the one
Yet you left me by ahhh
Pelong hake kgone
Moyeng hake kgone
It was meant to be
It was meant to be
It was written in the Bible
It was meant to be
It
It's the one of a kind direct God expression who's confession is valid
Now the Priest and the Temple assistants
Sent by the Jews from Jerusalem came way
life
Being overlooked is like cold ice
And this joint is for the cold nights
It's why I spill my pain when I hold mics
You see the shit that I'm stuck
don't do her job I bet these hoes will (Facts)
I done made tricks with these words taking no pills
This ink is my blue print I'm feeling like Scofield
Bro
(It's not what you did son
It's who you did it to...
Who? the fucking nobody?
That fucking nobody... is John Wick)
Okay listen up...
Tonight I'm not
whaddya say?
Get out the way, let Louis play
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Take a lesson that I learnt from Louis
He only give it to us 'cause he knew it
Uh, this is, this poem is specifically for
The master of the tenor saxophone, uh, the
Immortal John Coltrane um, and, uh
There have been a lot
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
The truth when it's really true hurts
The lies when they come from liars
Is just that much worse
That's why I make more hits
But also help by hitting where
home to my mama
Put my name on your lips
Call me yours and forget all this drama (forget it all)
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush
But you never
home to my mama
Put my name on your lips
Call me yours and forget all this drama (forget it all)
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush
But you never
Joanlee - “Real”
Written by: Joanlee
VERSE1:
I took an unknown road to chase my goals
Felt alone at times cause no one I knew did this before
But
Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole
'cause I believe
The potent that I'm quoting will have you geeked like speed
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It's all edges and peas
Settin' press,
truth is this
If it’s worth more than God’s co-sign, it’s foolishness
I’m either for the Savior or not
With black youth being sold for sex or shot by
dyin'
Shooter's anonymous
I tell 'em use a machine gun (why?)
In case a nine'll miss
Problem is Fred dominant
Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron
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