Lyrics:
the planes, the creature is unmoved
By the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork
Of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where
Lays it
The measure of the depth can be deceiving
The bottom has a rocky reputation
You can feel it in the distance the deeper down
You stare
From up above it's
Boges, but he's still on
(And) By on I meant rockin and he is not stoppin (what)
We poppin and droppin at these hoes that want it (bow bow)
Skirt off in
to the standard, take this microphone from me/
If I lose your love and it becomes about performance fees/
-Crazy Love, gave enough to endure the scorn and stings/
He holds us down with ways to conquer
Just like that day
That He raised to conquer the grave
Let it show our minds
We all can rise
Over wrongs that
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
on or faking being Fine
I need to see if this pain is willed
Was it created by design
Botched experiment of the Divine
I don't know but
Gimme the half the will
man scorn battyman
Set good like the ice inna freeza
what a putty tight it a squeeze like a tweeza
Baby oil mek the fuck more easier
If yuh pussy lucky
When I was a young girl, advice I would scorn
Now I'm gettin' a little older, I know I got a lot to learn
Yesterday's illusions are tomorrow's
While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise,
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted it
And now, you're gone to black
And now, you're gone to black
All gone to black
One by one, one by one
All gone to black
One by one, one by one
It didn't have
Onwards! There is a storm so deep within my heart Still raging and untamed, yet focused and upright Raised by visions of the future, now fueled by
juice in my melanin
So far out my element
Spit like the reverend
Sip on this medicine it's going down
Playing chess with these black men
Intimidated by
Mmmm
Ooooh
They mock and scorn our ways
They say it's just a phase
But this is what it is, my friend
You will not understand unless you have one
Go
by it's thorn
She will cast salt for your wound
Old england wears no crown
Never in a million or so years
Did we suffer so much bloodshed
We
enemy, beautiful
I send my scorn and ridicule
You're not innocent
No, not innocent
No one's innocent
My nation's grand
Your name's not on any signs
asset
Immaterial, material, death by debt
Blinded by greed termination damnation
They got everything to lose
It's all taken by the bank
Drowning in booze
show up surrounded by Master Splinters
They'll dap you up like they meant it then turn over to a menace
They see you gettin' yo ends and then start
to the present
Alone almost in despair
My head throws itself against the wall
Making my blood flow free of me
To be born again, it'll be a sad destiny
To seek
and form it
You an informant
As in you know about me
You informing the people
You scorn it
Aren't you bored yet?
To get that clout all these fakers
of a room, by just being there
My melancholia is a blanket
At times inspired by a spirit, never got to thank it
The fountain from which I draw is ornamented
somehow they knew
And stone by stone they built it high
Until the sun broke through
A ray of hope, a shining light Ammonia Avenue
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
the scorn""
""Been in the street kept me a score""
""When i'm papers i kept me a sword""
""You making a play you fall by the horn""
""Sometime i think about
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