Lyrics:
Dear Kyle
You a pawn in a narrative
They needed you
I've heard all the comparisons
Like you're Dylan Roof
Now The hate is deep
Growing every day
Cuz
Dear Kyle
You a pawn in a narrative
They needed you
I've heard all the comparisons
Like you're Dylan Roof
Now The hate is deep
Growing every day
Cuz
through this town
Whose walls are way too high now, they're bound to crumble at any time
If you start feeling blue, consult the Pigeons they will know what
Yeah, fuck you Ben
I'm not stinky, I'm actually smelly
You're the stinky poo poo head
Yeah yeah WellFed
Yeah Ben you fucking suck
All you are is
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
by woman and male
I rhyme about uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
waistline
Are going to waste while she pleases her parents
What if they die on the road to Rathmines
Where a dog in two minds times his run to perfection
To the things that you are sayin' who do you thinks gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the thing they complain about
Or the things they could be
Dylan more than any MC.
Most depress me, like Hepatitis B.
Reverse them like Pi when they step to me
Nine five one four one point three.
[REPEAT
uprights upliftin the woman
For that are superior to handle by any male
Any time, any rhyme, any flow, and any show
And if you ask my producers that we
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still
the pain is what I be feeling
Bob Dylan on penicillin how the fuck am I still living
How you ever hope to make it out if you are never willing
It don't
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
arrived by train
Snakes and lizards
There were plenty
I remember feeling empty
Most the time
Zig-zagging my way around
I believed I could be
Some
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
These times are troubled and these times are good
And they're always gonna be, they rise and they fall
We take 'em all the way that we should
Been starvin' for freedom
They say it's illegal
Who are all these people
Belong under feet
I see them look gleeful
With nothing on easel
Remain
wanna know, How we get by
I tell them, don't you worry about it
It's the way we live life
We on our way, Spendin' some time
They try to copy all the moves
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
The lights and the fame
And all that they made
What are we doin'
We paper pursuing
Till big brother come and he take
Fucked her for days
It's all that I need
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
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