Lyrics:
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
including loopholes
When Christ studies the return ramifications
I'll burn the campus to impress him
Then rock like Medusa glances
Who ran the final mile
the free power close
Gotta get dun, and we ghost
Met papi in Iraq(huh?), then winged by the back
Opened up the trunk, and threw in the big gat
Took off,
All this pain I smoke it away
I just tend to drink it away
It's gone be okay
Pray I don't lose my mama on the way
Free my brother dawg he on the way
Tommy Hil was my nigga, and others couldn't figure
How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor
Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven
Now when you out and you see me, you act like you don't know
Who I am, like you wasn't by my side?
Like you ain't use to hop on top of me and just ride?
Comin up for the pack
Comin up to collect
Comin up for the check
Comin up for the respect
Comin up step by step
Comin up comin up bet
Comin up comin
don't like you
I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me
Up in a tree
I am so free, caaaawww
Who want to breed with me?
Aaaahhhhh
better the
Critic belongs to the man who
Is actually in the arena
Who's face is marred by dust
And sweat and blood
Yo Martie
Star boy walk, got a plan
mic by my side
Call him Chewy
I've been doing what I please
Since the 03, the old me
Chillin' in shed wit the homies
Unfortunately, we can't cuz of Covy
Or would it be a trick like US convinced us we all were free
Or would I be Shunned out by the people who don't look like him nor me
Shout out to the blacks
and the label is Tommy Boy
Backed by The Unit, produced by The King
Perfection pressed with the style that we bring
For the hip-hop patients, this is a King
the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up
Niggas was tryna eat shit we was hungry most of them days
I was by myself when i made most of them plays
I dont know who gone fold on me in that jam nigga
of friends
Probably go to places that I never been
I heard that voice up in my head again
Represent
Yo, ayo, I’m passing focus
I’m in my zone, fuck who
å Tommy var i Burlöv, do kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
-Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
Inflict
Laws in America were made by white people
For the benefit of white people
The constitution was written by whites for
The benefit of whites it was
the beat)
And there were writers in the past
Who I bet if you asked
Would say graffiti cannot last
But they crossed that rail and
They blazed that trail
Yeah ok
If you on my level think again I'm gonna flyby
And since you talkin out yo neck gon shoot you it's drive by
We are not equal it's true go
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)
[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call
-oprahcy
And all shots are free
When shorty rocks with me
C'mon, c'mon
Forget about games
Just give me that thang
I gotta get inside her
I'm a little
-oprahcy
And all shots are free
When shorty rocks with me
C'mon, c'mon
Forget about games
Just give me that thang
I gotta get inside her
I'm a little
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