Lyrics:
me
Why'd you try to run away with it?
Now, they robbed every scrap of me
To be haunted by a soul that breathes
Ooh
Meet that man, a glass of wine
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
the smoke man
Good music playing loud with the soul side
Now everyone jump on the soul ride
You know how good it tastes (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
When you mix your
alone
In a world so cold
Watch the drama unfold
'Cause you sell your soul
Now you're fearin' your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'till there ain't none left
they know, but they don't know the shit I feel, man
It's so scary, the type of shit to make you all weary
Absurd nigga, riding round and my thought
they know, but they don’t know the shit I feel, man
It’s so scary, the type of shit to make you all weary
Absurd nigga, riding round and my thought
soul for who I am
Never been somebody's girl
Never had a caring man
I've been liked but not enough
I've been hurt too many times
Not a fan of public
to your mind..
to your body.. to your soul!
[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon'
to the promise land
Im about to kill a man, Got the 9mm in my hand
Verse 1 Shadow
Noone really knows where the road to the right goes,
turn left an your faced by
mix-ups and insanity.
Mistaking external vibes for introspect
may have ya being driven by who knows who
not your own good brain and intellect.
We need
Bout the boy that gotta mind of a grown man
They call him a freak with a sick mind
Ashamed by the freak status
Decided to become a little boy to be
[Intro - Wyclef]
Wyclef Jean with Spragga Benz
You know I got the reggae mix but this ain't complete
Know what I mean - to all the girls I cheated
the barrel off
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off
Padded cell and straight jacket
I can sing a song sung by sons that never won
Hmm a hearts thump
Dont know how to win
Im the unlucky kid
Stoned and dont make since
Boned to feel
Saint soul to the world
Pheky Gasper
Junny young
(Brain spy mix)
Syno syno
(Listen up)
Man nor die,man no rotten
Na money Dey make man Dey para
Man
Lazarus was a Christian man indeed
But he never stepped foot inside a church
cnd on the day he died
Both his sisters cried
How quickly we fall from
look down on us man I'll be where you're sitting
I'll take the blue pill, we gon' keep playing
I'm armoured up, though my downfall you keep praying
I'm
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
down below
Are watching as we fly
Do not be bullied or coerced by tricksters
Never judge a man's worth by his riches
We live blessed not cursed
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
of your soul and body and mind
Problems to be told and foreseen in time
Gotcha thinking back at the times gone by
Leaves you hopeless with the need to fly
Yes please, test me
Nestle chocolate mix collection
Isabelle Allende, no comprender?
Fight niggas with djembes
White bitches with hair spray
Man these streets cold ain’t no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can’t believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends
a vet that's good, ain't gon change shit
Mortal man with big goals visionary in the mix
And I stand on ten toes, even when a nigga sit
Y'all niggas run
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