Lyrics:
the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face today
Where is my place in this bright future, I heard him say
I've lost my hope there isn't anywhere
game master
Ain’t nobody want no smoke
I got my own video game up in this bitch
This game is for adults only not for the kids
Playing call of duty
directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
the day I was born
But in th hall of mirrors I had felt so high
I cannot walk another mile in this flood
So resigned to my fate, I just collapse in
your mommy is
We just friends so she can't Clyde Bonnie us
Fly walls down in the fly halls
Come to the master suite leave every piece in the master
get it crankin up in this biatch what.
Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch.
V Town (V town) New Orleans.
Check it out.
[E 40]
stay watching day follow day
Living lonely and only just this side
of paradise
Oh it's easy to see when the moon passes by
And a cloud dies in a clear
reach by surfing tidal waves
The light gave him the coordinates to the Phraya nakhon caves
Limestone peaks look down in awe at the entrance to the hall
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
...
Lotus...
Lotus...
[Monoxide Child]
Blood bath, arms open with my wings spread
I'm in this burned down house and
I'm surrounded by the dead
Now visualize
I
divas, up in my cocina
Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
Allah here I am
In this land of revelation (Land of revelation)
Sacred place on earth a most blessed birth
A child of light within
Cleansed by the angels
Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
The couples all move to the dance master's call
Tonight they've no problems, no worries at all
The dancing's
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
Bending shit like bendy straws, in conclusion all in all
Im hard to swallow call me halls,
More in tune with going off
And if it’s static rub it off then
magnet
This gold in my bag, they can't handle it
I'm the dungeon master
This jewelry on my neck, they can't handle it
I'm the dungeon master
These zeros in
without apprehension
Travel so far I'm like a star in the sky when it's glistening
Check my ascension see I'm an MC by definition
With lyrical medicine like
of savagery
Master...savage
Master of savagery
Master...savage
New age dogma darkened forms
In this hell beneath, I rot
Master of savagery
Master
struggling to exist with two kids too young to help out
cnd it's in this I discovered a sound while I was running through halls
Came around heard Run through
struggling to exist with two kids too young to help out
And it's in this I discovered a sound while I was running through halls
Came around heard Run through
your angel?)
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings echo in this whisper?
Too long you've wandered in winter (once again she is his)
Far from my
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