Lyrics:
And guide the ever breeze
And I can move the mountains with
A single mustard seed
Yeah that's who I'll be
Page by page we're sold
The pride in us is gold
But
you want my baby
You no go suffer for this life again, yeah yeah (ah)
Ferrari for my lover (mark am)
Gucci shoe for my lover (ayy)
Company for my
This is for my people with the fire inside
We ain't with the world we renewing our minds
Standing in the word so we walking that line
No more water
No
my mind but still I find
There's such a mystery in the song that I don't understand
My mind is down there somewhere as I fly above the badlands
songs
Which rappers do you know sing in key
All my hooks inspired by B-I-G
I know I'll never flow on his level see
But in rap you allowed break rules G
I
An old movie magazine
Gold wrapper in between
Pages yellowing with time,
It's tearing up my mind
Plastic snowflake souvenir,
A city far from
just save that for
Another song
So you can see all the guilt
You've Done to me
And make you bleed
Yeah
Look at me now
Top of the world
Can't get to my
just can't be here by myself yeah yeah (higher eh)
I feel I'm outside in orbit
Maybe my lifestyle is scorching
Maybe my right hand is sore from
Waves
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
at a dead end
Look at the art that my pen sketch
My patterns of thought are endless
Infinite bitches I impress
This world is mine, it really is
Don't play
Kill the beat to kill my hunger, murder is a crime
If you're stupid and you slipped and caught for the crime
Rap cops come and get me this is highly
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
I close my eyes
Turn the page mmm
Yesterday was yesterday
Still I read the notes
Feel the chords mmm
Underneath my fingertips
And I'll sing my song
himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face, so now
done
This life is long
You people piss on the corner that I live on
I never ask for help but my pride is nearly gone
I can’t do this by my self… so I'm
And I barely make a song, 'cause we work the same job
And I don't want to hear your thoughts
This is not a topic for debate. As soon as this records
My
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
of getting out
You won't hear this song on the radio
The words I sing I know you wouldn't want to know
So now I yield it to the empty void
And hope to find my
How you want it you can do
No… wrong
Saying my [?] momma bet
Taking off my Gucci hat
So shaken by that song
Got swag by this fact
[??] holy back
[??]
is my word and love, nothing to my name
If God calls me home today, this what the will should say
Leave this to my daughters
Leave this to my
for the day
Lookin' lookin' for a way to turn the page
If this is the dream, was I made by America?
Or product of those PBS characters
A product
coming undone,
A dull song, a torch to set the whole wide world ablaze…
And could it be…
This church, this perch, this torch,
This touch, so much, this
on with your life and leave the past behind right
I'd die for this pain
Won't break the chain
The water is deep
I'm sinking our memories and trauma
You'll
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