Lyrics:
the seasons in blue
The once familiar faces, I'm afraid, have left with you
Go on child, walk on by, kick me in the mud and leave me to dry
Don't get off your
it, fall wit dust and get snatched
While Nitty bustes the facts in the Grand Finale
[Toxic]
Yeah 'lil nigga its been once for you bitches
why'all
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on bleached fame trackers
Using only the finest I'm post-modern terrain mappers
Once my brethren disperse ...
My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth
Watch the youngin' walking down
His end game official
I start my day off bag
Chasing right by Oglethorpe
Equipped to let that K off
Drag racing in
It's 25 to life for this pushin'
And spike off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can
scorched by the blood
Of the innocent and the hated,
The skin of the earth; stripped off its back.
The Reaper's Hand,
Fools gold as it were,
Has torn
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
Let's find an empty villa - right by the lake in Como
Park up this Lamborghini, lay your head on my shoulder
I'm glad to see you smile - life's full
the surface
Take a real good look in the mirror to find your purpose
Gotta learn your purpose for your reason on the earth is
Once you learn your purpose break
all talk
Scare away the fear
BB on the belt walk around I ain't care
Clownin' at the big top, no tears fell off, you hide behind a mask you can never
sent back in the day to die and save the flock
Some of our branches have been cut off grab the laser lop
On earth you selling but on earth I bet y'all
feel good in here
[Havoc:] Yeah!
[Verse 1:]
Second time around I'ma let the magic shoot
This time it's off the Havoc flute yeah
I'm a general
THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH
WRITER BOB STONE
I just stood there watching you
As you took off my ring
Then you gently put it in my hand
I guess I
the earth burnt in flames
In times the flames will die
One man and one woman survived
And they shall bleed a new race
Vidar and vali will walk upon
A new
of the game
walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you
with good night
Good luck
A Merry Christmas
And God bless all of you
All of you on the good Earth
Standing by
Corporate dust off, we’re gonna need
them by name
So now, who am I?
Just a rapper with a mission a passion
With a gifting that you can witness
While I manoeuvrer through uber fitness
With
Yea
Mula
Ya'll in ya feelings while I'm in my bag
Run it up four by four on the track
Backing it up all I'm talking is facts
I ain't friendly you
The temperature is sixty six degrees
Split that in half come up with two threes
Thirty three years on this earth just for me
Crucified dead and buried foe my sins
Traveled all around and once they'd seen us
Said let's head for space
We were better off on Mars and Venus
Goodness what a place to live in
Two
going to... Yes! They were going to NEW YORK!
"ETHELL, we're going to... New York!"
But first they were gonna stop in LAS VEGAS...
It's off
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