Lyrics:
that we alive for
Im getting what i deserve and ima strive more
Now im gettn better with time concord
Driving down summer made a left at the last block
regretting
Don't let fear begin to settle
Sip the earth right from the kettle
Got all my crystals & metals
Herbs for the temple
Get to the temple
Follow
the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will
Fogerty,
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70ths
You're Chateau Neuf,
I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet,
I'm just the table
I'm a Ford Temple,
You're
Madison 9!
Let's keep those beautiful names alive.
Crestview 6! Gramercy 5!
Get ready to fight before it's too late!
Temple 2! Murray Hill 8!
Let's let
Fuck it
I'm winnin
Fuck it
I'm winnin
In this society
I'm gonna make Difference
I'm gonna make difference
I'm gonna make difference
Fuck it I'm
needs paradise within
Soul less empty all the voices linger deep
Rise, weep in everlasting consumption
Feed all the temples of society
Sick, sicker than
Society is
We are all part of the grass future
You have to be honey
Or you'll be snuffed out
Hahaha
Yeh
Shirley Temple wasn't in school today
Flew out
Society's dream is torturing me
They teach you how to walk, then cut you at your knees
They say it will grow you, but little did they know
All
I'll just keep it original and get back to the basics
My body like a temple
Graffiti on the walls
Telling stories about my life
Within these permanent
The faith disheveled
Temples disdained
You praise the mere shadows of gods
The word, discolored and vain
And the Gods, they know you not
They come when
If you never heard of "My Philosophy"
Check my catalogue, check the glossary
Ministry archives, school society
Temple of Hip-Hop exhibit you got to see
Im high society
The way they eyeing me
Fuck the nigga doubting me
N who Im tryna be yuh
If you ain on my team then you a fucking fan
Always running
for their bitter lands
Just when you thought a sick society
Died in their final convulsions
Fantasies of omnipotence
Erased they'll become aware
comes
And if your body is a temple then let that kingdom come
So check if hell freeze over, then were all over
Niggas shootin down the range in a Range
of this sick society
But It didn't seem to work
I heard he's training at the police academy
I heard he's training at the police academy
I heard he's one
minds a temple
It's hard to connect with people up on a deeper level
I do as good as I can but they dont see the effort
Then blame the ills of the world
a Pisces I can swim all in your mental
We don't fit society society don't fit us
I ain't tryna stress you enjoying time with your vessel
Girl your know your
never hear from us
We’re erased from the present and our temples turned to dust
But we will come back rising from the dead
It’s the dawn of our long
and the planets
On and on as the day comes and goes
The year comes and goes the eons come and go
And the whole society must go into accord
With that
This idea that
You walk to the temple on the boulevard
You know the way in cause you're the son of God
She opens the door with a sardonic glance
You drop
nobody wanna say it
Nobody okayed it, they'd all rather hate it
1996 it really don't stop
We put together somethin called the Temple of Hip-Hop
Not
Turn the pistol to my temple
No ones gonna be judgmental
I think im a fucking mental
All the thoughts are too stressful
I'm always called the monster
everybody's had their say
Society has gone astray
Deserted shrine
See the dirt and dusk fall down
All around again
There's no temple left but sin
Hey! They
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