Lyrics:
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
don't)
His father a cop and his brother down with the DEA
Yeah, I ain't like his reaction when Nas won a Grammy (I didn't)
He never lost in court 'cause
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
On your fathers, Abraham and Isaac, before you
Indeed, your Lord is all-knowing, all-wise
Indeed, in Joseph and his brothers there are proofs, evidences,
to get some fuckin' right
Only thang guaranteed out my
Hood is fuckin' life
Judge and the DA melt your
Dream like some fuckin' ice
Me I'm just a sinner,
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
know I like the burner but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh
(Yeah, go Royce)
three
No older than sixteen
Rather skinny
And wearing an oversized hoodie
I need to see his face
As the paramedics race
To the boy
Whose blood
Has now
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
(parent)
Don't push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it's okay (my face, okay)
'Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don't go
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
Than
composure
Phone call, text, or let's just sit on the sofa
Let's be grown and work this shit out
(That's why you don't put your eggs in one basket)
Right,
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
wars and disease
See, I’ve got a friend that calms storms in the seas
(No one should judge me)
Healed by his stripes
So when I get ill, am just ill
keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my 'cause J.B., stay up homie
so wicked
I can still see his face the picture is so vivid
This race called life is like a crash-course
But I'm on lap four
You never know just how it
because my little brother
A shooter as well
And our pop shot nice, he remind us of Del
Pump to your mouth you asthmatic?
It don't matter cause either way
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you
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