Lyrics:
A letter from my man young boy William Blake
Read by reverend John Trusler
He ordered Blake to illustrate paint pictures
Little did he know Blake was
three languages, the violin, and law
At William and Mary, it was math and philosophy
He became a lawyer and built a large library
In '72, Tom wed
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
What? Hip-hop y'all, to the top y'all
Hip-hop check it out
It's like that uh and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We 'bout
Which way did he go? Slim Jim? Tempe?
Or Henny or Penny Lane or feather brain
Cheddar cane, leather interior range
Inferior Timothy Leary estranged
silly of me, no really, it's free
Aye you can use the phone like a new computer wand
That's an Ethernet pun, cause dial-up's all done
When it took twenty
character by hanging them
Like lol what a way to go
Also lol, um, John Proctor
He cheated on his wife with this girl called Abigail Williams right?
His wife's
She done came in my life and tried to destroy it
Every time I lay eyes on ma' I just wanna fuck her
To put my lil' baby in her she had an abortion
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
too many rings
Not too many rings
I realise I've
Been priveleged
To lead this life
Although I need new shoes
So sometimes my feet itch and my
Council
see yourself the tough it is my life
Just Step outside
With Jim Jack and me
Step outside
Fun comes along with some good vibes
But if you're
There was one open seat
At the end of a crowded bar
By a grungy old man
With a dirty glass and old cigar
If you're going to drink bourbon Mack
By me
too
(A pearl is made by an oyster), New Orleans?
(Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin' there's nothing
made by an oyster)
New Orleans
(Rampart Street)
(You can’t be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin’ there’s nothing to do but walk
(Walk it off,
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Gonzalez Erick , Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Said you done lived that life,
(Hey)
Tell me
cavities
Such insanity
In Adam we all die
What a tragedy
But in Christ we rise to new life
Praise His majesty
Israelites and Gentiles alike, united by faith
give life to their children
But only God's Spirit can change you into a child of God (John 3:6)
Don't be surprised (John 3:7)
Take me underneath
sing).
A bird, I do too.
(A pearl is made by an oyster)
New Orleans? (Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin'
too
(A pearl is made by an oyster), New Orleans?
(Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin' there's nothing
sing).
A bird, I do too.
(A pearl is made by an oyster)
New Orleans? (Rampart Street)
(You can't be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin'
it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy
[VERSE 1 - Juelz Santana, Razah]
Happy New Year people (people)
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