Lyrics:
the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang
And all of us fit in our places
With the guards of Magog,
mandinga, tem dendê, There’s soul and fluidity
Master Liminha Interview
…Antonio Carlos de Lima
Eu comecei com apelido de Berimbau, I started with the nick
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
makes us see light everywhere
So get down with the love. Get down with the funk
Yo get down feeling up
Remain cool if it comes
Break free when you're
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
i need you
By my side , all the time , all the time
By my side , all the time , all the time
By my side , all the time , all the time
By my side , all
stand with pride
Join us now in the night of the freaks
We're no longer in the shadow
Under pressure of their boots
Don't need no pity, no longer feeling
MCs all hesitating
Tryna be elite
Vibes all live
Relapsing with time
With the track make design
Drop science on the dime
Reset rewind, reflecting yo
goes by as we hanging on the rails
Moral of our story one lose his grip we all fail sing it
If ya paper join the GBC (GBC)
If ya paper join the GBC (GBC)
of Brook Brothers
My footsteps of Scatman Crothers
It's just generations of style
To get five luminous minutes with me
Interviews on how I flip
the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
And y'all niggas kill me with
everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever
Stay with you together
You're my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, I'm feeling
guns, this life bring you danger
Can be anyone they posed to protect us they killing our sons
The king of my pride now this shit has begun
Ya, raised by
mobbing under bucks.
(If you can't beat us then join us.)
Get on the team; street sweepers, grenades, rafts, and M-1 cambiums.
It's a cold piece
got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money, best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us
Bitch I'm ballin',
There's a feeling right outside,
Something from the stars swimming in our sky
From a world away but in our sights,
Sharing the same skin we wear,
And if you don't wanna resign
Join us in the fight
Join us in the fight
Don't you worry 'bout it
It's not up to them to decide
Stand up by my
and error
Getting so high, not caring
Living at home with my parents
Johnny would get me a bottle of cinnamon whiskey for studio errands
By the time he would
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
Hope that you know I had to delete ya number
Join da list with the other women now that's a bummer
Just as far as you see her that's how far you
[Chorus:]
Got you on my mind, in my
Heart all the time, I want you
By my side and I want you
Close, you being far away
Got me feeling like a ghost
a tour of the British Isles
Our on-the-spot announcer had just notified us that Mr. Lewis has consented to an interview
Come in, Edward R. Edward
to extinction!
Welcome to our euphemistic apocalypse
Only the strong and filthy survive
Followers of a new religion written by the pigs
Join us – we know you want
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably
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