Lyrics:
niggas that want to rob me
Givin' you hobbies
Gettin' slugs at your own body
For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli
I'm fearin' no
These hills got a hell of a view
Man I got the walls painted blue
Yeah man and I saw satan too
I ball break and brew
My dogs got a clue
I walk
Ouija
I'm breezy
In three sheets of cloth
If you dare to knock
I'll release the dogs
My weekly response
To guest that come by
To check I'm alive
Yes I
Flies attracted by death skim the surface
Dead thorny thickets dot the wasteland
Fog shrouds the putrid swamp
To hide this fortress of sin
Mud oozes
Fading cway cgain
Quro, produced by EQ, featuring DJ Katch
Fading cway
Fading away again
Fading cway
Fading away again
Fading cway
Fading away again
And fog hangs in the air
The true secret will never be released
By the rulers of the dark
REFRAIN
The grave hill - punishment for their sins
It will never
All along the German line lays these canisters
The contents of which are unknown but surely sinister
Created in a lab by scientist far away removed
featherweight
approaching that I shatter niggas skull bones
I wreck his face death by instrumental to my scene
I'm instrumental push the beamer not the rental
over mountains
The storm sent shacks tumbling, the sky dim lit like a dream
Many skulls were bust just by the weight of raindrops
Milligan ran
could mean
If only seeing meant believing
There's a figure on the hill
It was screaming at the sky
What drives a gentle man to kill?
What drives
coming home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway
Upon the hills on a rainy morning
Withered like leaves on a freezing winter
Shrouded in fog, lying on the soil
Left alone, lifeless
Pale skin
Edoma
the gray stone hill is ghosted
Buried by permafrost
Huge, dirty ice slopes
Reappear before me
Defenceless, destructive
Before the force
behold Mount Skull
Fears cast aside
On to an unveiled Passageway
Battered and beaten by the Storm
Shelter found inside the Cave
Astonishing Interior
Entrance is free, exit is closed
Secrets can't be given not me or by you
The one that hides the house on the hill
Факелы гасит плотный туман
Звуки шагов он
Written by: batt
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down stream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
Under-cover, over the hills and through the woods I go
Like green lights, a southern nigga that's comin fo' yo' throat
But not no guillotine see, we be them
this fuckin kid in the skull Look some motherfuckers don't play that shit Listen here motherfucker you don't know how we do things I'm one of them
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
within her surroundings
You'll find no comparison, and you won't want to leave
As the fog builds around her hills and valleys
From villages and ranches
when I'm done
I swear to you
That a desperate God
May have you soon
With one strike
I'll smash your skull
Then leave you for dead
On Blood Ash Hill
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
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