Lyrics:
other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, 'cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, don't bite,
(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
know me from?
Where do you know me from, w-where do you know me from?
Where do you know me from, w-where do you know me from?
Got bit by a snake,
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
ah way to feed my fam
Pour syrup by liter while screaming R.I.P to slim
All my niggas in the hood like a motor spin them bullet
Like windmills ready
noodles on a daily ate that shit for every meal
It be the ones that's by your side that are the ones that keep It real
Had to change up my profession
it to the table, you
Know gravity and stuff
It always works
It's scientific
The egg innards are going to fall for certain but in order
For them
okay
Don't drive when you mad you gon road rage
This bitch on my dick she go both ways
At 20 no prime in my gold age
Bellaire some fine wine w sum Rosè
Really we just spit the facts (over here)
Really you just wouldn't last (over here)
Yeah
Look
New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks
wanna be
Home is wherever You are
You're the Way the Truth and the Life oh Lord
cnd Imma see You in eternity
Home, home
I've grown tired I've been
It's the blessings of the Lord
That maketh man rich
And He adds no sorrows to it
Sɛ me hwɛ nea w'ayɛ ama me a
(When I look at all you've done for
a milli a day (Let's go!)
Nigga who are you? Please get out my face
Like a landlord I put him in his place
Shooting like a movie ain't no Michael Bay
But
want to bring
By grace you do forgive
For you alone I live
Jesus never left my side
To you alone I cling
Lord of Lords!
King of Kings!
P- praise his
the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
come and manifest Yourself ehhy yeah
Consuming Fire Consuming Fire
I bo-o-w I bow before Your Throne before Your Throne Lord
You are the All Consuming
Find The Faith...
Oh there's definitely an Art Of Dying...
And I'll show You All The Way.
(*the Death begins*)
(Fade In Micha'El's Chant)
Oh Death...
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
and graces, correct easy paces
Without food so long I've forgot where my face is
I'm Bert, Bert, I haven't a shirt
But my people are well off you know.
Intro
Fettuccine:
Hey everybody
I don’t know if you’ve heard of us
We are the seven deadly kittens
We’re about to spit some bars
You can decide
the anvil
These are shoes that you can't fill
Shi,t the day that happens the world'll stop spinning
And Michael J. Fox'll come to a stand still (woo)
waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you can't take
But don't blame me.
(CHORUS)
Don't blame me
Don't
completely different
I only see myself around people
They always tryna tell us we are the same
But no, we're not еqual
Homie, we gotta really holla
If you hеar
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