Lyrics:
It's sowing season
In these forever fields [x4]
From beneath these bones
God only knows
Who's too dark to reach
And too bright to teach
There's
Our offense is oh so, our defense dominate
We got that winning combination
To what? To regulate
Offense is oh so (forever)
Yeah, 2007, Cole
Rich forever like Ross
Dripping hard that sauce, Know I walk in like a boss
Don’t fall out bout hoes we run up them bands
Count up them blues put 10
Fizzle)
Ayy, though
Really in the field, I can't wear no Marni slippers (nah)
Work too hard, won't ever let me catch me slippin' (fuck no)
Ten toes
parent's bedroom. I knock on the door and I speak the first words to my father. In 10 years through that closed door,
Dad, I don't need any presents in my
on the field.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Ha ha! It sure can. This rivalry goes back years, Tom. Theres gonna be plenty of high intensity action, big plays and some serious
the spring of 1800 he
Was preparing to lead
An army into Italy his field marshals warned
Him that the Alps were not passable at that
Time of year and told him
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
passive-aggressive
LeBron James, racist comments season 4
Racist comments get ready
To have a field day, press! Get ready
Get ready! Because the show’s over
of Fab that's infested by crime
Surprised I haven't had the chance to back hand one of you swines
Look at the time
That bea life be shame
9 On your chest
no idea for a career
Uninspired by my peers but I am wiser than my years
At the time my style of rhyme was on the decline
The West Coast at the ball
frisbee, you know I'm around
Whippin' the Battle Bus like it's my job
Out here smoking gas with Neem and Rob
Ten years diabetes, yeah I'm a vet
Taking
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
you finna do
Achieving Gares goals you gon need like 10 of you
This my love letter to hiphop just listen through
You see how this verse workin’
They
The year's boutta change
Think of who done changed up the years
Sure we got gifts and the snow songs
But think of where matter done came from
It
practice Olympics
Years around for several years
But Jim Thorpe was out there
Playing baseball. He didn't
Try at all for the Olympics
But Pop Warner got him
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
don't need it) (No)
I rock
Legendary to the maximum
NPG for now and forever
Welcome to mendacity, sign your name
See the world so pretty, wealth
n****s binge watching,
Winning by 10 notches,
The biggest grins when cameras pop,
and the apatures spot us,
Humble with the flex,
But the know when you got
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
from the endless horizon
Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons
No animals dwelt in the forests or fields
All life was extinct; its fate had
from the endless horizon
Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons
No animals dwelt in the forests or fields
All life was extinct; its fate had
"segregation tomorrow"
GEORGE WALLACE
"the white man"
MALCOLM X
and segregation forever"
GEORGE WALLACE
He's an enemy to all of us."
MALCOLM X
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