Lyrics:
like a canvas
Painting my pictures and leaving my handprints
Cause they slap and cause they clap
They can wipe your tears whenever your sad
They speak in
the avalanche of answers supplanted by rod and staff
And lop off branches of cancerous hobbies rotting in your past
Third get learned in insurgent discernment
talk tough and start sounding like faggots
Every women a bitch in ya book until ya mammy called it
Look I'll reverse your shit whatever you rehearsing
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
ya'll
It's unique ya'll
A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
Take it slow a sip at a time
And just slide right over the brink
Lying on a park bench
The last rays of the sun
Shining through the holes
Where your
Bobby Ray don't give an ounce of fuck
Your team is weak, you beat your bouncer up
Student lives are what you are!
God I hate my life. Hey you! You!
described From way back in the
Beginning of the time and the records of
This book we call the Bible
It's summertime and your bitch is on my mind
It's
And by the end, we'll be
(Golden)
Golden rays cut through silver rain (silver rain, yea)
No room up here for paper planes (paper planes)
Drip, drip away
it's all about me
And I wrote the book about throwing the book
At those who don't do it by it
So now I'm holding myself hostage
Stockholm lust just
A Dedication
Gangta Gizzilz
I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis, that's DNA
Got a dyke ho, nympho, and your bitch layin' next to me and bae
Eazy like NWA,
here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
jabs
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never
afternoons, yeah
Put your book up on the table
Stretch yourself back underneath the sun
Close your eyes and let the daydreams
Dance across your forehead
the greatest
You brainless
Blinded by your own hatred
I'm nameless
But I got a purpose
Verse to verse I'm showing love
To every single person
And it hurts
A single beam of light through cloudy visions
Reclaim the phrase going swimming with the fishes
I just wish they could've seen your vision
It's
chance
Ice reflecting off your eyes
They gon' catch you by surprise
Brighter than the southern skies
They gon' make you paralyzed
Ultraviolet fucking rays
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Well sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches and cream
But I'm afraid the end time
the low
Bout to break it down, get your boogie on
Sell it by the ounce till we get it gone
And I ain't know that was a shorty
Till we took her home, took
ever right by your side, ever present in you I confide
Ever found the joy of speaking your mind the one who already knows it?
It's like buying flowers
the bullshit x-ray vision
Not Friday after next, where was your antennas
You was mean in your text, now you talk to me different
Now you talk to me nice, trying
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