Lyrics:
Stalking the closest to the edge
Impostion of depravity
Sanity holding by a thread
Desperation draws them close to me
Always unseen but never far
super size me a combo
Kn-kn-know I got the ammo, that's why I bulletproofed the lambo
In the middle east on a camel
Running through the jungle rambo
In the middle of a forest
There's a clearing by a stream
Where a mother holds her newborn
And the child begins to dream
And he dreams
the earth
You can tell me how much am I worth
I’mma die with my heart on my sleeve
Many die on their hands and their knees
And I’m takin’ whatever I need
you.
A highway built by hands unseen,
To that city of gold for eternity.
Jesus built a bridge to Heaven.
A mighty, mighty bridge to Heaven.
Jesus built
of unseen
The power past the comprehension that controls all things
The battle fought by good and evil is a real contest
It is the outcome of the struggle
the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in ya face, it's more subtle
feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, in the land of the unseen
don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering
I feel this higher power in my head
High high high
I feel this is my moment I won’t let it
Pass by by
I feel this higher power in my head
High
Chapter 36 yah seen
In the name of allah, the most gracious, the most merciful
Yah seen
By the qur'an, full of wisdom
Truly you, o muhammad, are one
to your chest, your rib cage and your abdomen.
Your arms and your hands are resting onto your lap, your palms are open facing upwards as if you were ready
set up by a rat hoe
Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo
Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles
Man, I'm tired than a fuck, yeah
My styles will move
I'm calm but deadly heat up but cool
I'm rough as a right hook but still look smooth
Even when I'm unseen I show
criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
Big, big dog choker, munomuri mukango
Betrayed by my boys, apa ni nangkala rambo
Thinking of Joseph, banamuchaya sampo
Written by : Juba Matemate,
I am somewhat startled and then soon after rudely awakened by another unnerving episode of air turbulence as our transatlantic air-carrier
Take my hand
And down this path
We'll soon disappear
Sage, Sage, unravel on this page, page
Wiser than her age,
Searching for her place
She travels by
For the sand in the hourglass is falling
We hang in the balance one by one
Turn from you ways the voice is calling
And fear the end of the age
Within the wiracocha
The solitary tree from his visions Standing at the center
Bearing the calabash he ceremoniously consumes
By fireside gathering
Throat game
No names
No hands
Just asthma
Talking get back mode
Like by prod by walkz
I have really
Been a reactor
Life in them
Treacherous trenches
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