Lyrics:
when they touch me,
I can tell they learned how to do this
With someone else's body
I can feel their love for other women on me
And I hope you curse your
my boys, a commissary track
Blast on them speakers, make some noise and call the title Matt
Someone tell Lango, that I'm dying like a general
Pray for
practice, some believe it to be a divine language unknown to the speaker.
1 Corinthians 14:2
For one who speaks in a tongue speaks not to men but to God;
for you
And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits
Pistol tHrougH your Civic
Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit
cannot understand is without message
So words written or spoken rely on the receiver
There is of course the original intent of the sender speaker
But for
Audio Ratio for 10 years prior to my new tenure
With an old modified laptop in a shed closet
I've been paid to record and produce tracks for others
heaven and hell
This abomination will give your nerves a frequent shock with language
No indoctrination. All I need is space for proclamation
So let your
even speak the same kind of language"
"They want to know if he still got it" - Dr. Dre
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin" - Classified
"I'm on the mic,
by society
And I know you don't care about me
Amadou Diallo, they killed him for nuttin'
No crime he did not do!
And just like him there were others
speakers
Walk up smelling like the loud wit no respect for teachers
Bro Its 8 a.m
And I been up all night playing Madden wit Mears so I ain't here for home
And I can't cap
(He can't cap)
Aye, J you got that blunt? (Hahahaha)
(Yes, we do consume each others blood on occasion for ritual purposes)
Aye don't
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be
mouthed on the comedy hour
Hadda be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It hadda be said in old ladies' language
It hadda
I sound
She play my music through her speakers
While she driving round town
Yea she dont fuck with other niggas
Cause they moving like clowns
Load up
artillery, killing your speakers straight through your auxillaries
New hoes be feeling me, old ones be hatin’
Cuz they standing in the back while the front
my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener
I don't care what you might think
face be different?
She senses boys prefer to talk
The hum from the speakers her first period
Emily Dranso, her first kiss
The music sounded chaotic
How remain Pure?
Just expel express the inner spirits Storm
Tantrum soul hard harness Fathomed only in warnings of Excess
Escaped for seconds, minutes
more than hoo-hah so I'm
Developing a language and I'm calling it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other
calling it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener
I don't care what you might
speak the same language. We never will. I'm a woman. I'm into the minutiae of life, the details, the things under the things under the other things that
the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener
I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if
The art of fantasy use it like medecine for the pain
Avoid the mirrors and pray
The body language ain't changed
Patrician dreams proletariat lines
for ghost
Now you getting haunted
Straight crack, coming out your speakers
Go another minute imma have to re-up
Other mother fuckers try to rap,
Discuss these Eenglish For Speakers Of Other Languages Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In