Lyrics:
present for the black sheep then that jealousy creates the mark of the beast
I was taught death disease before shown my destiny like not knowing semen
I’ve been thinking bout you lately
There is something that I just might do
And admit that I’m into you
…
Black and white before, now the world is in
Honesty is the key
Did I get crossed out? absolutely,
Everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
Fountain
Of seven mighty gates,
Abominations,
That come true within me.
Here's the key by which I can summon the forgotten world,
Unnatural desire
Black against white
Yellow versus red
The fighting won't stop
Until we're all dead
Burning riots destroy the masses
Nightfall brings death,city
scarred, recooperatin' from abrasure
Fooled by interpretations made from a traitor
It's in my nature, I was taught, that's the first law
Obtain the food,
the broad daylight
And by the time the smoke cleared
We were nowhere in sight
Sadie got an Mustang
An old '64
Sadie got the top down
And her foot
grasped in his hands.
Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key.
Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede.
Screams distorted with blood.
Waves of anger fill my sea
Drifting into apogee Incentives
drive ideology
While we spill our blood for hypocrisy
All I see is broken keys Gates
beams
Stash keys, and tease, lickin' back so y'all can
My click of criminals, flippin' confortable
My pockets full of benjamins, fool surrending
When
Making ground or so it seems heard the black taxi has left without me
call option x, nah I'll sit here and listen to a tape by FEAR
Lie about things create
tears
It fills the air ! - It fills the air !
An atmosphere that hath no key.
I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart
Black swan's got fleas
I've got a nasty case of give-a-fuck fatigue
(Even when you order drive-thru
You've got a bad case)
Of give-a-fuck-fatigue
Deep
the memory vendor takes its toll
at all the spots you used to go
now haunted by another's watch and key
is the dresser where her photo used to be
shit
Known to be the alcoholic funk, best believe it
The Rolex, low key, gotta see it
Took it from a nigga, barely had the finger on the trigger
Comptown
a million follows on the gram
See I ain't with the free smoke, that's what you got Drake for
I like my hoes to be low-key, like my safe doe
Rappers act 100
I found the keys in the basket by the front door
That ain't a hiding spot pops, that's a bad choice
What you think, I would've walked right passed
turn it up
Designated driver, take the keys to my truck
Hit the floor cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, Monty, yea you made it!
It feels so
drifting father away
On the run with nowhere to ride
The black angel still clings to my side
You know he's faster than
Any man
And the world drifting
Super gravy, dude, I'm ready for every state in my zone player
Haters atorn, you're rapping grave on my bones,
Y'all can fade to black, came at me
You were a flash of light across a sky of total dark.
You saw their shocked and gaping jaws then it all returned to black.
There was a brief surge
today
The girl's stepfather is the key suspect in the case
Details are still sketchy at this time
Now back to the Kid Capri radio show
How do you feel
think?
I mack a baby doll down, she in a long black mink
We straight standin' in the lobby straight face-to-face
Then she said "Cut the chase"
"Let's
at the paintings of a white and black Jesus
Spirit says it's simply to deceive us
If I was after sacrifice, need a scapegoat
I would stop fightin' and cut my own
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