Lyrics:
hands for peace
We let our hands speak
Last cunts I call in case of emergency
Pigslaughter in the third degree
We let our hands speak
Boxcutters
Separated in the silken crowd, the loneliness of windows all around.
Moving by degree through time. Staring at the edges of their lives.
But all
off of me
In my face one off killing spree talk shit
I talk third degree it's real
It's concrete crucify
Yeah, crucify me yeah
Got the power from
swift
One thought could crumple the sham defenses
The degree of the stringent rhyme-fu master intense is
Flowing ideals of immense fortified understanding
the workaday streets
Like a servant called by a bell.
Chorus
One down ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan
Loving life, a new degree
Bring your mind to everlasting liberty
As one, come to see victory
In a land called fantasy
Loving life for you and me
her sugar daddy in Brentwood
She stay in the valley
Dancing in the evenings
Baby momma doing OnlyFans to pay off her degree
I don't blame her
Go and do
protected Arrested but free
Jesus You're loving, you're loving me, loving me
One by one all nails all went in
Weakened, thirsty Nailed to the cross
It is
IN HIS HANDS
HIS WISH WAS THEIR COMMAND
THEIR FATE WAS SEALED
HIS PRESENCE WAS SO STRONG
HE SEEMED TO BE THE CHOSEN ONE
HE SOWED THE SEEDS OF HOPE
your dreams will come true right away
And we will live together
Until the twelfth of never
Our voices will ring forever, as one
Every thought is
nothing comes easy in a one church town
Two kids in the yard and another on the way
She's sitting by her mother's side begging her to stay
There was
of school
Doin' the right thing playing by the rues but
One day she caught his eye thirty six, twenty four with
A skirt size five. He stepped to and
Asked
called a loser, ruined moms dreams,
But I don't rate success by some college degree.
Is it education or just wasting your time.
I know what you've been
and devotion
I'm a believer, highest degree
Music has always set the world free
Best of intentions, higher dimensions
Rice to the sky on my day of ascension
to be back bro
Yeah this album is called 50 Derajat Celsius
50 Celcius Degree
This album is brought to you by
The one and only, G double E
Haha haha
Hah?
the dark
Tell us go to clubs, buy all the diamonds
They tell us to get a degree, Spose
Stop rhymin' (Stop rhymin')
They tell us that the money is important
A never ending effort to satisfy your needs
Crawling in the pit by yourself
Empty are your words as you reap what you sow
This is your symphony
I will
This place is growing old,
Weathering, aging.
Seasons flicker by.
It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy.
Note
It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
But now it's called American pride the land of the free
So when you wave your flag and tell me love it
him in his chest
Put him to rest for puttin' his hands up under her daughter's dress
A quarter best, she goin' to jail for first degree, murder
He goin'
You fucked up you went over the line
You fucked up you didn't pay your fine
You fucked up in the third degree
You fucked up when you fucked with me
White trash heaven in your home town
I can't stand it out on the lake
Let's gather 'round the 'ol oil drum
And twist up a thumb of shake
House
An operator by the name of Horace
made a deal with Jake'n Boris
'bout how the flop-house that they ran just had to go
so they planned to have
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