Lyrics:
this until I've lost my wits, my mind flies to the ceiling
Cut by fans, I admit I'm blind to all those trying to heal me
I just commit my time
a muthafucking knee for the name Shikaka!
Got a feeling that’s unmatched when I blast and back down
Them bastards with ratta-tat-tats and blam blaows
The package
Kensington
The poor bastard
He was actually from
East Hunsbury
Silver screen
I saw it on the silver screen
God help us if it's true
God help us if it's true
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
by the 'west'
Respect - empty individuality
Responsibility - a twisted truth
Playing talking - satisfy your liberty
Sick human bastard
Your world is
weak but
I find strength in you
My savior, my king
My poor heart you mended
I surrender my things, yes I do
All the value have ended
The sweetest
bastard
Sick, Confused'n'Hardly Drive
Don't fuck around with my new Spirit
Yeah, i'm selfish, i have $ins
I don't deal with mindless people
No, I'm not
a faded memory?
Is there any hope at all for any kind of unity?
Will we sit back and let those bastards get the best of us
Just sit back while the system
will ever end us
I thought that I've lost you
By the things that had happened
I think bastard's doing well?
Cute Life
You replaced the bad shit with good
me those facts, sick of that act cause
I ain't have a choice when I was three
I ain't have a voice inside of me
Now there's just a void inside of me,
none
Solo
Tryin to fit in somewhere that you’ll be welcomed
Outcast by those you love
But hold on
You're not alone
He cried out from on that cross
Even
just stop thinking little
Try and see a bigger picture and I promise you will
Remember to pray for those people sick and those ill
Thank God for your
the Bastard Nation
She don't even know her name
No one there knows where they come from
Could've been Abel could've been Cain
All alone in the Bastard
lead to flow like a sick bastard
And rose from the epicenter
Of crack rocks, bangin, hookin, the ghetto triangle no Tex Winter
That's why I do this, for
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find
Her parents had gone to their final reward
Leavin' their baby behind
Sick of the times that you left me alone
I felt like I died
When you told me the lies
I broke down and cried
Cause I'm not myself when you're not by my
wait's for no woman, but no woman
Wants to die a poor woman with no man
A warrior walk alone
There's one spot on this throne
Fake friends be off
the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers
to soften her frightened face
Mad country birthed by lions
Made in the shape of Orion
Armed with a sword and a stallion
To dominate the sky
It's the bastard's
wasteful ways, keeping other countries poor.
"Monkey see, Monkey do" I wonder what those fucking monkeys saw.
Keep rethinking the still-frames in your mind,
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely
No laurel tree, just green envy
Will my number come up eventually
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