Lyrics:
when The Devil came to me
And I fell into his arms
This is as much as I remember
When he gently spoke to me
I was such a wasted number
Like a dead
a soldier
Who never wore a gun
But the words he spoke were arrows
That pierced the heart of powers
One by one
The truth it always hurts
When things are wrong
Most times I get tried 'fore I speak, I die 'fore I spoke
I cried when I seen but never ask why 'cause I know
They give a fuck if you fly, we 'sposed
myself on the verge of
Unfolding monumental mysteries, when, when they
And now, the have abolished me! The Arcane Tribunal deemed my studies
Wretched
That yesterdays glory can be turned into tomorrows doom
When he faced the Terror down in the mountain's gloom
It's axe rose and fell in great bloody
1993, shortly before Thanksgiving
I got the call, she said Jamal Derek is not longer living
Softly she spoke, is this a joke? Man you gotta be
And sent 10.000 volts down little Billy's spine
He was only nine better luck next time
Woke up one Sunday afternoon
The families' gone on a hunting trip
(Kids tale)
This is a story from the old days, when ordinary objects spoke. It's about a young
Imagine if
John Gotti
Grew another body
Rose from the grave
Wrote every name that
Spoke disrespect while he laid
Then took the Tommy to
Every body every
a crooked crown
And damn it's hard to think every time he come around
Sneaking all around
Can never be too loud
Only you and me, that's the only ones
afternoon
My dear son, he spoke to me
Of all that you would be, as part of our family
I've watched you grow, as the years have gone by
I've always known, I've
know it's been beef
Why's you speakin' on my name? Bitch
You's an Instagram freak (Huh)
If you spoke up on my name, bitch, yeah
You got to trippin' first
millions
Still home making WAV files
I just spoke to the plug
He said the work was on the plane now
Back to back I'm droppin'
They like "Can I get a break
and left alone
And like that we was left alone
I didn't like that
Years passed and we never spoke
Birthdays was the worst days, you never wrote
I'd sit
the fiddle
He'd make the people dance like fire
Remember brother
The good old days
The good old days
When I could hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it
he spoke so bluntly
You pop-off put down under 5-feet
Blindfold, spin, pin the tail on the Donkey
Go and get the strap
City on the map
Sippin'
the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch!
When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin flight
It's gon' rain
flesh
On my way to Gulag this preacher spoke
He said:
Take my warning
It is right before your eyes
A new time dawning
We will die
For the traitor
on a plane
And drove an English teacher half insane
Making up jokes about bicycle spokes and red balloons
So I called up my local DJ
And he didn't have a lot
more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don't think
I ain't
have and all we know.
The streets were screaming song.
They sang imagine through John Lennon.
He stopped and spoke with me.
On that San Francisco
more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don't think
I ain't
Two men as one, the same blood they shared
Born from one mother and divided by hate
One other chose the dark side - its torture and bliss
In
When we spoke in his voice I could hear the light
Of the skies and the rivers the timberwolf in the pines
And that great jukebox out on Route 39
They
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