Lyrics:
I had a rooster
And the rooster pleased me
I fed my rooster by the green apple tree
My old rooster went
Cockle doodle doo, dee doodle dee doodle dee
by Willie Lynch
Jim Crow and Uncle Sam
Military on land
Lynching hanging us
And they told us the
Black Panthers was dangerous
Martin protest in peace
only by a thread
They don’t write how I do it’s blood inside my lead
And sweat and tears earned respect from all my peers
They say we mumble rap I say we
Hard
Written by Tim Lynch
The magistrate came by my house, to marry me and my woman, in a room full of doubt
My dad was there, when I went to jail,
Years old, that don't
Mean simplify, when I
Sing these lyrics
It does intensify
I will come out of the drought
Without doubt I'm
Growing like a
Sprout,
This that Snack
Snack
Snack
Sunday they'd go to church
Announce that Monday they gon lynch a nigga
Let's pick a nigga
Bring your fam and food
Call it
all of the old me
Bold enough to tell you
I'm as young as one can be
But half the things I know about
I knew by nine
Some things in life
Happen just for
to sober up
Everybody want abundance
If you got it would you pray still?
I don't wanna be drunk on power
Dumbstruck by the outcome of my aimed will
Pain
instrumentals
Gemini, this Twin Peaks like David Lynch do
Or does, bustin off for every place I been though
I'm hard to see through like lodges wit no windows
killed a 17-year-old female high school student Junko Furuta at Saitama,
who had been buried later in a drum can
and confined by 7 other boys, she was
Marshall Lynch, she went total beast-mode
And here she goes again, I'm like, sayin' please no
I'm an old man and can't stand or even breathe yo
Shit was way
ARCHITECT/ARSONIST
Written by: Sofia Lynch
Produced by: Matthew McCartney
WHY AREN'T YOU THINKING OF OTHER THINGS? THE MESS YOU MADE OF ME,
MY
the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by
wanna burn it all
So much willie lynch in the air
I can feel the cotton breezing by me
I can hear the tap dancing from the closet
Ain't no questions if
a nigga or hang em by a rope
Teach em bout the bible gotta give a nigga hope
The willie lynch approach brain wash without soap
Sex drugs and gold behold
A mirror I can made, take orders by request
Pride makes you have to detest what you ingest
So say come on, come on, jump in the ride
Lynch's was regular
slowly in the dust disappears
Hardships faced by many a will
Conquered by The Lynch Sisters with a timber cutter's skill
A familiar sight in long black
There's a primal circle circumventing the old gods
A private intervention to renew old thought
I'm only lighting fires, so call off your dogs
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
skin
There's a million places I would've rather been
Families young and old are gathering
Now the victim staggers in
Things are getting tense
The crowd
All my ice and all my trees, all my bitches in love with me
Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars
My niggas rocking gold like
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
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