Lyrics:
Blake's Divine Light
(Inspired by William Blake's work)
Les Esprits sont nus, les Humains vêtus
Ah ses yeux… Sous ses yeux
Sous ses mains… Ah ces
Let's burn the place before we motivate
Yo, Blake, nigga, don't fake, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by
Who's got the toughest brush with the sweetest strokes at the Royal Academy for Jack-the-lademy?
Mr. Blake is the actual bloke at the Royal College
you get love like I do, feel ya bulletproof
I know better, so I do better
In my pocket, Robert Blake, yep that Beretta
I'm just a vessel from the man
like cotton
I got the blues like I'm Robert Johnson
10 zips I ain't talking October
I'm getting high like a roller coaster
Blake Griffin put that boy
blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Insane
blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Insane
quick
I’m a…
One Gag Garry
One Diddle Dennis
One Fiddle Freddy
One Rub Ruben
One Ball Saul
One Blow Blake
One Flick Floyd
One Twist Twain
One Queef Quinn
Walker, Bishop Noel Jones
Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel
today
Murder you on a song and then I'll just say
I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake
Eatin' lobster, steak and coffee cake
At a restaurant with Drake
violating me you gon catch a fued-o
You mo' partying with my shorty like the god
Robert Blake style but they won't find the car
Like the big homie Snoop
violating me you gon catch a fued-o
You mo' partying with my shorty like the god
Robert Blake style but they won't find the car
Like the big homie Snoop
these pigs again
dirt on my boots a song on my mind I’m Nashville Bound I am wasting no time
Chorus
Gunna sing for Willie Dolly Loretta Lynn Blake
y’all
Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws
A fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter
Killing bitches like Robert Blake
And Phil Spector
When it’s
Tobey
John Wick, I don't leave a witness
Chris Paul, I'm assistin'
Ameer going Blake Griffin
Give me forty-eight minutes
We go '04 Pistons
Catch
the misery that they share us in
Barons of Embarrassment
We the baddest motherfuckers driving in the Caldecott Crawl
Every time the cop's called, everybody's
to the floor, I be swerving on the ice
It ain't Olympic, Blake Griffin, Slamming work all night
It's alright that's sinning with women
And substance abuse in
blade with the juice on the front
You're a fake Robert Blake with that pump
And Beretta did that shit, you know, with the chick he dumped
It runs
or hear me son
Disappear reappear call me hang up
Love me hate me quit me date me
Baby on the low might Robert Blake me
You want your problem solved holla
I got
I won't stop, put the record in a box
You should probably call the
cmbalamb
cmbalamb
I keep cohen (goin') Sasha baron
precision savage, I chop
even though they say im shady
i am really so refined
i need a cleaning lady
i cant do time
robert blake and o j simpson
they both get off scott free
i
with humor I’m stuck in your brain, they call me a tumor
I’m not even funny but better than Schumer
I need a producer, Blake get your computer
I’m
dedicated to all those who made me
This goes to you
Let's go
Son of Robert and Venita born in 1990
Made it to 2018 and as I look behind me
I ponder, how has
more 0s on the check
Hop in different time zones when I jugg on the net
I'm catching lobs Like the second year the clippers had blake
The shoebox got
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