Lyrics:
the music for me
I had my very first introduction
By singing in a local band
I've got my rock and my roll instruction
Playing every club in the land
I
freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC
Put your hand right up my shirt
Pull the strings that make me work
Jaws will part, words fall
freedom, it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC
Put your hand right up my shirt
Pull the strings that make me work
Jaws will part, words fall
Lost, I am lost for my words, (for my words)
The Crimson Corpse, he had won, (he had won)
A prophet spoken, his vows were broken, a huge explosion
don't know
Where the world would go
All the brokeness is weighing down
Hey round we go
And I'm now hoping this is taking long
But here we are Lord
I'm
a word he said
To find some street, said he wanted instructions
So I turned down the music
To point out directions, guess what?
Guy jumped on me messed
recieved any mail
It's cold and the hole stinks
And you can't even blink without
Niggas testing your life
As I read every word that you write
I can only
words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
Here come those tears again
Circular system in a tailspin
Hear come those final words
How could I have said what I just heard
Here comes the long
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Catalogue number TG211 CD
Audio compact disc
44.1 kHz sample rate
16-bit word length
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I'm cool, nigga, I don't want your contact
I know many men, they pray I don't win
I still gotta ride with the compact
I'm ridin' the Cullinan, I used
need to know
I've been working all night long
Getting words out of my lungs
Six weeks should have been enough
Lost in many seasons
Found without a reason
I'm the Odad that you can't forget
With di mic in mi hand, mi crew by mi side
Let's take a ride, I'll be your guide
Words start flowin like a lyrical
I need a map to get on the flip
Take a road to a long long trip
screen is on , life is out
I lost the instructions but I want to start
( you wanna
Title: Andreyko The Prophet
Words & Music by: Michael G. Ronstadt
She wrote a letter, to a man and his better
Half of the banter lifted layers
that
All that white and sour diesel
We be moving that
That's word to my thirty-six O's
I'm still the same nigga
With the thirty-six flow
In thirty days
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
It was the simplest gesture, you said it was perfect
A collection of photos from another city
And all of the right words and all of the right colours
The nurse helped us buckle your seat in the car
And they sent us on our way, I drove home so slow
We had no instructions, the first days were hard
I picked each letter apart for its meaning
Didn't get me too far in the end
The words i'm left with are just prescription
Instructions for a whole
instructions and you will live
Learn to be wise, and develop good judgment. Don't forget or turn away from my words
Don't turn your back on wisdom, for she will
A long long way to talk to me
With her regal profile watching over
No storms could weather these words away
And I hate to think of you alone in Glasgow
The bible's a collection of 24 books
With insight into man and how G-d looks
At world thru his lens, he's the who gave birth (to)
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