Search results for 'track 7 by haystak' Page #7

somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo 
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its

tie
Since 19
Time passed by
Now chilling out
Eating pad Thai
But

I am the one x13 (cool Arabian singing)
After 7 now
Starting at 13 (start singing

“Bitch ass niggas”

“Famou$ KP & King 7” 

Nigga get back…cuz I’m toten…a strap 
Like…a racecar…Imma body…the track
Who said…it’s a drought…I just got…a

God Above Us seven seven seven cross the sweater
Balling on these niggas with no effort I ain't broke a sweat
I just opened up my bag I ain't even in it

yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle

drinking by the bars
Getting drunk and relaxing, Chilling with my inner scares (And I'm)
Hopping on the tracks, And it's way to much pressure
I'm about

drinking by the bars
Getting drunk and relaxing, Chilling with my inner scares (And I'm)
Hopping on the tracks, And it's way to much pressure
I'm about

my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was

the hymalayas
Drop a bad track
Dem treat u like a stardom
No drop no track
Dem treat u like a mortal
7
By di time mi done this thing will be immortal
7 7 7
Baby

on a track with
We fuckin’ up the game, you only winning cos the match fixed
I’m still spittin’ them writtens you couldn’t drop sober
Highly respected co-signs

at East Easton
At Nanas house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton
My cousins were on track I

Every night baby you know that i'm dreaming of you
Seven wonders in the world still your my favourite view
When i blow up you know that i'll by you

the tension
By the time it gets to 7, your body be in heaven
Your body be in uh...

Lips expression
Lovers fly
You convulse me and I don’t know why
Lips

limitless
We're coming for your files and your details
Driven by the data put the wind up into these sails
We sail the seven seas of the internet
Pirate flag

Yeah, yeah, it's that red, it's that red, it's that red
Bye, bye, bye, no birdie, yeah, she leave by 7:30
Cause I know she in a hurry, but goddamn,

The Gallopin' Goose

C.W. McCall

Best of C.W. McCall

1998

(Chip Davis, Bill Fries)

On a cold November mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at Ames
Came

None of them are popping off
Explains why they're tracks are blank
I'll be up writing, all night
Tryna get some ps in the bank
On the marley, I crank

let you know that I'm not gonna quit
Unless my tracks get discovered by that kid
And then they decide that all my songs are lit, yeah
Brothas never get

They must've forgot I'm an artist
This ain't spoken word or poetry
Still going back to back they knows it's me
Go from track to track reload the beat

stuck by the seven
The seven commandments
Metric equivalents
Meaning many niggas died for pleasures

[Dom PaChino]
I wagin guerilla warfare, supply

Dress to Kill

Killarmy

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

1997

woman)
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!

(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear

(expert)
Now the principal language

in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue

For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For

Rollin' on the Island

Kid Rock

Fire It Up

1994

thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto

the mirror on our front porch yesterday
Guess the wind was playing games, same
Seven years in hell is gonna do me well
I don't wanna go to heaven all by myself