Lyrics:
her
She gon' tell Quieta, and Quieta like the media
Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag thats swag
Weezy F Baby got nuts that drag
Wait a minute
Lord behold us
Wait a minute
Lord behold us
Remold from the same cloth
Black flag, black flag, black flag
Soft throat cost the life
answers can be found
And its strength is the power of Source
As it shines like a beacon for all
Flag is here
Miracles and dreams come true
Spread your wings
against the source
Surprise, open eyes, peep the foulness, the wildness
Its bugged, niggas thugs in the projects, you holiday thug
Ease up all that
To convince me you're in love means you're in lust
To convince me to trust means your actions
Aren't enough
The signs aren't just red flags, they're
drawn in fire
By sword I kneel in union
Within my burning empire
A mind sincerity
And obedience to the sources of its nature
A heart in crulety
Reaches
on the shore
Take me back to a place that ain't no more
Way back to old Wakulla
Where the earth's soul bubbles up from the source
Where moss hangs like the flags
Is it all right, if I feel like giving up?
Every aspect of the system is totally corrupt
Politicians, preachers you know, I don’t listen to much
Grow yourself from a different source
Guidance finds you
Your heart, it needs
Circumstances are critically crucial
To aspects of a future so brutal
style
Enchanted source
With meaning and significance beyond the seeing eye
Patience and charity
Come to me sweetly
Lend me your aspects
I'm between
pretenses
While the source of all enhances
Every aspect of your life? of your life.
Thе tongue that has the taste wе lack
Is like a whip upon the back
Why
me, pen in hand, write lines knowin' The Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should
satisfied
with a single and unique
religious narrative.
The humans of our time
are quite curious
in that aspect.
We drink from many sources.
The old,
me, pen in hand, write lines knowin' The Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should
Hypothesis"" is that happiness is influenced by a combination of internal and external factors, and Haidt delves into various aspects of human nature and culture
thing?
The social and community aspect
are absolutely secondary,
even though
many religious institutions claim the complete opposite.
In objective
Profound damage waning
Aspects of time, distance, and death
Amnesiac existences
Aggregate form
Weightless awakening
New channels of deciphering
thinking
change my perspective change my routine.
Connecting with my higher dimensions
I should mention their aspects of me.
I never stopped I kept pushing
Upon the horizon, through desolate islands
A black flag is rising
Fresh blood in the sand
Twin guns in his hands
Hidden blades up his sleeve
Cheap
Frost on the lips becomes transparent
They open not to say a word
For everyone I am mortal dead
Inaccessible in my impersonal aspect
Nowhere brings
with the wind
My crime work, ninja-style shit was did
And got away with, escaped it, the jakes from tracin' (what?)
Anythin' that lead to the source
today
Ya'll know how I'm comin' through the Source Awards
Somebody's jewels got jacked, man, it must've been yours
Ya'll dudes be talkin' out
German cockroaches
They get my goat
Not Raid or d-Con
Is an antidote
Mother Nature's cruel joke
Source of so much pain
Taking refuge in our homes
Heart shaped shadow
On the wall beside my bed
But no source of light
Is casting this sight
Heart shaped shadow
On the path before my feet
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