Lyrics:
Mention one of my niggas again
And you'll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga
Dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to
Bring them things back
huh
Like we ever left, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Can I get an encore, do you want more?
Kanye on the Westwood Tour
Chillin' with Westwood
Go to Chicago
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
I told her to drive over after dude crib
Bring a couple new friends
Them last girls was too thick
How you expect me to hit?
You wanna watch Clueless
presence broke through, a beacon of grace
You lifted me up, in your warm embrace
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm drowning in the dark, you're my
the ones who bring desire by the greed and fears
We're a king of fallen men
We are keepers of the damned
through the hoping to obsession
We're the king
bring
They say this child’s a gift from out lord
Hark hear the bells ring, hark hear the choir sing
His mother so pure by all heaven adored
Let
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
Look inside these walls and you see
with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gon' fight,
to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin
and waltzes by Strauss
And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C'
That always triumphantly brings down the house?
Jellicle cats are queen of the nights
Singing
are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels,
to leave the lyrics in a total wreck
This is a journey, through the halls of Hell!
A journey, that'll burn he, and all, who dwell
The wicked, are
to come back like Bronx rap
Storm like the Redcoats through anything in my path
First, you shining like sterling, then you broke like brick in Berlin
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
to you
Pussies playin pool, check the cue
Bitch I'm skipping you
About to bring you to a systematic end
What's happening, you're so dramatic
It's a tragic
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire please deliver us
You preaching to the choir please deliver us
revolutionaries in the thang, don't
You know this mindset won't always be the same, solidify your solitude, in the choir
Too, be quiet too, people would never
in, grab it by the tail
Bring it in, bring it in, Oh what the hell
Bring it in, bring it in, bring my love in
Bring it in, bring it in, bring my love
falling ever downwards through the
Fires of pandemonium to the dark deserted depths of Hell
Their broken bloodstained wings scorched the by raging
you for brunch
I will crunch through your spleen
Do what you do
You can taunt
You can bring
Your whole ***** crew
If you want
If that's your thing
Bring
doesn't sting
I will eat you for brunch
I will crunch through your spleen
Do what you do
You can taunt
You can bring
Your whole fuckin crew
If you want
If
know why,
Cause I told you to fight.
Chorus
And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let
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