Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Pure Prairie League
I'm almost ready
To let you know just how bad I feel
I'm almost ready
To let you loose and find another heart to steal
My
I'm back at it
I just gotta write these hits I'm a track addict
Pure dope real smoke got the block crackin
Young rapper gone bad yea I'm back at it
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Chaos Family !
[Dream League Force Choir]
You're Under Arrest !
Don't Make Resistance !
Come With Us !
Don't Ask Why !
Where's Your Son ?
We Don't Have
And when my soul is finally set free
You can burn my body in a prairie breeze
By candlelight, paper and ink
Wrote my final wish, killin' a drink
And I
She want a bad guy he can do it right
Your to nice you can’t pay her price
She’s out your league don’t press the issue
Tyra Banks Sports Illustrated
a long way out
MCs step into the ring with me You ain't it my league I'm a long way out
Dreams ain't bound by the streets in my town What I want that's
when
I put him to sleepnow dream Cass'
(DreamCast) i'm a crocodile
They say I'm the best as soon
As I jot it down
What sense do this make? How
You
soul is finally set free
You can burn my body in a prairie breeze
By candle light paper and ink
I wrote my final wish killing a drink
And I thought
The best bars in the league!
I should slide him if he talk!
But clauses in that contract
Signin’ if we fought
So presidential race: I’m abidin’
(Biden) by
of this
What if I was on top of the world got The League and my girl on my wing the girl of my dreams got a iced out ring cuz she fucking with The League
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
and the reckoning
Ain't nobody woke, this is all a bad dream
Cloud 9, cool whip, is you getting that cream
How I'm dippin, how I'm tippin is at as lit as it seem
had fifa dreams
Growing up I was slapping three of each
Now I'm pre the team
All my guys are ballers
We just lead the league
Pretty girls wanna come
the door, no I'm not talking bout the crack
He said enough talk, I'm trying to hear the sound of y'all gat
Pure pitt, I'm the type you never wanna bark back
you be cemented as top of the league
Getting into it with my bitch she expressing her needs
Told her I ain't got the time you can take it or leave
She was cookin in a relay station in Texas
When her true love rode up to take her away
They sailed their dreams in a prairie wagon
Faith and love
got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice, I got that juice, I got that juice, I got that
Juice
Uh
That Mr. Pure, that Prairie Farms
She say
One quarter HRSMN
One quarter stallion offspring
You ain't half the man my bars been
The Carhartt King, molecules spin
As we sit by the river
And peel
a secondary
This a bad day for anyone with commentary
But if you got it i better hear it like black canary
Got my own justice league I don't need any fake
soul
To harvest all your dreams
Swear these stars they'll paint a picture
City lights brighten my view of the skyline
Told that boy don't mix that pure
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
and difficult language that was traditionally used by the presidents for formal announcements of important decisions to the Dream League council. Only the Kings
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