Lyrics:
we both hit the pipe and we slumbered
Not knowing what was in store
'Tis months since the craven arm grasped me
And in bliss did my life slip away
From
di club door, bombs away
Party like a holiday
Jersey out but me no play, this is not di NBA
Mr mix weed wid Craven A, orange juice and Tanqueray
Best of em
I'm calling out
For the feature
My album kick the game keyster
I got the rest in a arm hold
Y'all still reaching
I'm dame dash
I Dave east em
westin from west inn
Mane I'm more like wes craven with x cravens (no cap)
Movin thru da phases with phrases of all amazement (yeaa)
Niggas rather go nd
or 4 cowards
You think your bison like you play for howard
But you can duck like howard, I make you fall like the towers
I cut your arm off and tell you
Pay your respects to the vultures
For they are your future
Our fathers and mothers have
They have failed to release us
Into the welcoming arms
unripe
Instead of silence
Considered craven
Nothing made it seem
Hidden where the aging soil was pure
Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant
just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistening arm B
Yellow like New York City
you roto
The side of your face the size of a plate
For hiding the weight you just should of give it
My squad bring horror to rap like Wes Craven
Any
you roto
The side of your face the size of a plate
For hiding the weight you just should of give it
My squad bring horror to rap like Wes Craven
Any
unripe
Instead of silence considered craven
Nothing made it seem
Hidden where the aging soil was pure
Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant
head, condor on his arm
Dog Star in a jar, bordering unsustainable
Mea culpa, mea culpa, maybe I should pray occult
Systematic Catholic or sigil
you roto
The side of your face the size of a plate
For hiding the weight you just should of give it
My squad bring horror to rap like Wes Craven
Any
they shoot up with ease
Needles in your arm and the veins craving the squeeze
This one’s fat - obesity
The squad’s deep - low frequency
Youthstar
line all this time, no chance to disobey
Where there is a whip their is a way
I can hear the clarion call to arms
Brutish mobs trained solely to do harm
to arms
Nations break apart
There is truth behind the words
I feel the essence guide us through the darkness
Taken from our fold
Shown what it is to live
Crooked smiles
Puppy eyes
Think im in Heaven
Is it love?
Maybe so
Is this what I'm craven?
This loves got me crazy
What do I do?
A little hazy
But
raided
Had the stash it fast in a stash like Raiden nightmares like Wes Craven
Lost in the drug trade until I got a trade you can say I got traded
Until I
D'ost not see, a monstrous giant of infamous repute whom I intend to encounter
It's a windmill
A giant
Canst thou not see the four great arms
lungs
"Freedom isn't free"
Chemical arms
Democracy's
Currency
Ghastly laughter
Envenomed skies
The mouth of hell
Opens wide
Scalding emerald
Spews from
outrages.
The pain corrodes me, roughly, hurt off-pages.
It swallows me with the day I've been craving.
Nothing left but flesh makes me a craven.
Be the one
Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills
A call to arms young hopefuls
Fields of burning toil
Beware of bleeding visions shattered
[Chorus:]
Ahh, Darc Mind
Current state of affairs
What?
Yeah
Nowaday I profit from forfeiture, my kingdom for a whip
Brother fixating Arm and Legging
"Hey y'all
I got a great new album in the mail today"
Yeah so beautiful, man
So beautiful damn, Craven
The fuck making me feel like Melvin
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