Lyrics:
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
Which I Entice
In My Infernal World All Wealth You've Sacrificed
The Clay Has Formed - It's Too Late To Meditate & Exorcise...
[III. Along
and yellow men, junkies in popularity
Culture so independent, vultures scavenge reality
Past feeling depravity to kings social cavity
Prey on human ignorance,
gonna wonder where we been man"
Ã''cross the bridge into Memphis, I had my hat in my hand
paid our respects to He King and drove on to the promised
lets call their bluff
Put their greed inside of a toilet, give me a royal flush!
Kings and Queens from red shades to Black spades
Back in the days we
unfailing love come to me,
Biakwasim!
Verse 3
My lord, pass me by!
Let me hold fast, and I will love thee;
Anamacho amara-GI,
At your coming, invite
the battle is already won
By the way and the truth Jesus Christ God’s Son
Cause he’s the 3 in 1
So don’t you get it twisted
Even in the hard times
Got always
paving the way
4.For a Queen who want King
Tryna have it his way
5.Paint a picture for the blind ,
ccquire pieces Then build it
6.I'm talking
about which God spoke by the mouth of his holy prophets since the beginning of time.
(Acts 3)
don't matter by BET
It don't matter by MTV
It don't matter by HIV
All that matters is GOD
All that matters is M the 3
It don't matter how hard we
By leaps of lightening on Weathertop.
Many days on the road have left us thin
But to joke we look like wraiths seems far too grim.
We turn towards
Life is blind luck
We throw it up to chance
Ask her if she wanna take a minute for a dance
Baby till' we hit the floor
I'm all yours
We do the 1 step, 2
yh stumble me
Crumble me
But I'm still blessed cus the bloods on me
Broke my chains man he set me free
Used to be blind but now I see
Father son spirit
to sender, fuck you up like I'm a slender
Mess me up, no you can't center
Like I do with the blender, you can't even enter
I feel blind sighted by the vision
people getting treated
Killed in and out streets
In their cars
At their homes
Sucks to say by police
In they backs
In they domes
Yall get called to bring
spit you some lick
We lost king von we lost young pap them niggas thats wit u aint using the strap
We lost mo3 we lost young dolph who the fuck was it
a nigga brain while you entertain trivial things
Material things, protected by the underground kings
Who rule the land with an iron fist
The Men in
Four, three, nine, niggas is live (We live)
Triple one o one, bring your gun (Bang, bang)
Rappers spread love not war
Nobody really wanna die, live
of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black number three
Now the king is gone, but
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
The common census lost their senses
Offended by anything
We gotta break the median at beast mode by any means
We able to hypnotize many beauty queens
Got them
of my mistakes
I've got a brand new name
I walk by faith not shame
He Rebuilt His temple in three days
They said he couldn't do it
Fired a watered moat
time for a revolution against the plutocratic mafia who rule the Earth like tyrannical Kings
No longer will I be influenced by secret societies
Awaken
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