Lyrics:
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were
Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were
for you by any means
Today I wrote this letter to my unborn
You're about to be born
So I know god is real
I just want you to know how I feel
I will
of my eye
I can see you now, you're steppin' so high and I'm
Walking down the street watching ladies go by
Watching you (one look and I was hooked
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
minister
Leading sheep to the slaughter surprise I see demise
Are you listening, you're still-born
You're eyes on high glistening its a stage you're gazing
I count that paper first
I heard you niggas be snitching
I seen your paperwork
You know my paper dirty
Get in the kitchen I was born for this
40
you're a danger to me
Who really knows these days in the streets?
City vibrations I take with me
Maybe she's born with it
Maybe it's Maybelline
Maybe she
Level
With enough whip
To drive out the ghetto
My best days are in front of me
Foot on the pedal
I'm prepared for the days
My ancestor's curse
When you
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
fear me
Got these niggas runnin all wild
From my double are when we ride
Motherfuckers is sure to die
Boom once I enter the room
In the air all
trapped up in my head
Took me 4 hours
Now I'm rolling out the bed
There's levels to this shit
I said there's levels to this shit
Haunted by the days that I
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
that's right where they'll stick ya
You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone
I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home
Bodyguards are
ya'll)
Squall
(We Juggalos)
Look at Afghanistan and what do ya see?
War stalking the children and the elderly
And when you look in their eyes
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
Born to the jungle (Jungle)
Where the streets keep you humble (Humble)
You get raised by the struggle
Taught to go hustle (Hustle)
Don't flex
year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, I ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick?
I came in this world by myself, so I don't
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
seeing this since a child
Show em that we are the streets and wild out in the crowd Yeah
Feel my pain, now you understand the type of hunger
I black out,
They told you wasn't no love in these streets, you ain't believe em
They told you never trust these hoes, you had to see her
You get that feeling he
of the world
Ebony and ivory, side by side
It's you and me
I was born
Born in Africa
Sing my song
Music Africana
Aiyoyoyoyo yiyoyoyoyo yiyoyo oh
Aiyeyeyeye
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