Lyrics:
I'm having fun with my guitar and i need no weed
I'm not famous yet but I make real music
Anawiyak acoustic would clean your ears
Just close your
and fingertips are saying to me
Your lips screaming for kisses
But when mine reply it's like a whisper
Your eyes tell me when you wanna twist
I can feel by your
about his soul never being free
Catch me while I'm dead asleep
Gotta make it home that's by any means
Soaring towards the throat that's by anymeans
the trees so, you're my home
I was sworn into the creed so, you're my soul
I was torn out like a weed so, you're my soul
Through it all I lost so much it
a champion
Need a good girl by my side like a companion
Never been a silver boy all I see is fuckin' gold
And real ones got mo ice on than Captain Cold
Hot
give me g strings
Atanfo nyinaaa twa me dissing
Look me in a eye and give me big things
Odo fa me Lead slings
Girl mese on my knees I creed
you believe
liars who on live with the steel silenced
You still solid or still silent?
You fake anemics don't need iron
I see fire, I need guidance
The creed
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
PORCELAIN GOD
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright: 2012
VERSE I
Fragments of an ancient photograph
Drank too much beer, I know my buzz
Scattered through my mental
Acoustics in my chamber
Just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols
Of eternal power get devoured by my infinite
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
from your moves
I get so inspired when I'm next to you
Come and hear these sweet acoustics ringing through the halls
Making photos of us dance inside
All from pulling back these layers like I'm Shrek(Always him, always him, always him whEn I)
Mind like a Kubrick in acoustic
Hammered by them haters til I turn them nails to toothpicks
Once the shoe fits
On ties I
I'll be a winner
Corrupt legal system always trying to point the finger
But I'm trying to glue what once divided all us niggas
Eyes open never blinded by
of time into fractions,
Only your thoughts can run deep down my throat in non invasive fashions
It's all about acoustics and frequencies created by
and bounced back
Filled the gash in my skull with dope rhymes and boom bap
I walk the asphalt of the last Los Angeles land
Not to be conquered by the white
Michael Jordan smell like creed
Hang em by a rope, if a nigga think it's sweet, feel like Zach and Cody in a hotel suite
Hotel suite, hotel suite, fuck
We've come to your planet as emissaries of universal intelligence
I'm convinced that the earth is being visited
By intelligently controlled
2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was
me
Why do I love you I love you for closing your eyes to the dischords
And for adding to the music in me by worshipful listening
I love you because
forth by the screams of my enemies
I am the plague that shall grace you with an early grave
Exterminate bring you all into damnation
In an orgasmic
words that come straight from the heart and travel out of my mouth
And even though I've come this far
I still write all my songs on an acoustic guitar,
to booming
If the nigga round me best believe he gone blow I'm surrounded by shooters like Houston
They gone hear this and say boy you did again ima say bitch
THE CODE FULL SONG
DLMND
If I stand up and they hate me
I’m gone still stand
In this dark world
Still I stand free
I go by one brand
That’s
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