Lyrics:
for dollars
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
Praying my people bailed out like Time/Warner
Awaiting call, from his kin not
Do you know the meaning of life?
Can you go beyond the current state of mind?
Fashions, passions, whims of time
Can you catch the invisible man?
the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Time is racing toward us 'til the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might
the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Time is racing toward us 'til the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might
The answer is beauty
Beauty through time
Culture and spirit
At home where he lives
He's up when he's in it
The heart and the home
Wherever he lives
Attention! Attention!
All citizens are ordered to report to their District detention centers!
Do not return to your homes,
Do not contact anyone!
start to turn black
Everything stop like start to twirl
Thank God, Wheezy back, order is restored, all is right with the world
Last times become we
starving vultures
Illusions sempiternal
Enslaved only to yield
Waiting in order to find
Remains of another time
The center cannot hold
Young boy throw that work up in the pot water
Ballin' like Odell, and you play pop warner uh
I just won the race yeah nigga I caught up
Why you got
before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man
Out of you.
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within.
Once you find your center
You are sure to win.
You're
a point along the line she's leaving from
She goes into a cafe, orders tea, looks at the menu
But there's nothing really on it
And the place is
This whole world my destiny
This whole world my proclamation
And we all some freaks of nature
I'm a League of Legend Faker
I'm like 2013 Staples Center
Fathers sexually assaultin' they own daughter
Out of sync, outta order like a puzzle
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
In a game
Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
No foreign broads
Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste
Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste
Don't take orders, I dictate
Get your shit straight, dickface
I'm minding my business please
Just leave me alone
I told you the last time please just me alone
Please don't touch me, don't touch me
(to police)
There's a Kmart and a KFC
Fitness Center and an Applebees
Wells Fargo and a Taco Johns
A good time bar to
Get your bad swerve on
In a town that's
minds without love without hate
We have a higher order
No one needs to be a hoarder
Our society is such a glorious thing
In our centers we can
And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate n****s
I used to only sell 8's like that Laker n****
Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center
You might
were you
Where were you
Where were you in the social order
Lower nine or a hotel in the Quarter
Which side of the Quarter between rich and poor?
Where
straight through the crowd,
It's time to get charged
It's kinda mellow so I leap,
To the center where the soul's rollin' five deep
Mark Currey, a ??, kin
the flames
I possess the staff of Magnus
Chosen by the order of the mage
Time stands still in the presence of a mage
A warning was going to take place
order like a puzzle
In the land of the unseen hand that hold juggle
In a Game of Life, yo it's hard to roll a double
Tryin times, take lives
The signals of rebirth
Rebuild a new world
In a high achievement
In an involved order
Create the evolution
Nullifying the chaos
Purifying the air!!!
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