Lyrics:
me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by
hours
Spitting flames call me Bowser
Want the money and the power
King of the city they finna run wit me
No I ain't 2pac and no I ain't Biggie
Just
that JUICE like Pac
Rep that New York City block
and we hit that Milly Rock(x4)
(Verse 2)
Overseas I do that dance
In the club I do that dance
Everywhere
the beginning of my brief history
I never really made a name but I made songs and movies too
I was in a band with brother until another state he moved
And we
Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus
Numbers, Deuteronomy
These are the books of the law
Followed by the books of history:
Joshua, Judges, Ruth
First
so high
People rush as time flies by
Skyscrapers touch the starless sky
Your mind stays where dreams don't die
Cities change the faces fade
History
up the ball left by Big and 2Pac
Mister Mathers
Here's a letter in a method never sent rather
I only drank half a fifth with the kids in the van, sir
never felt
their cries go unheard
as our hearts melt
this genocide's still warm
its embers are stoked
by a history of lies
with its hands on our throats
Murdering everybody
Caresless of theology
Good Christians pummeled anon
Agnostics, Armageddon
History is in the eye awaiting death while leaders hide
friend by first impression.
My task: to recycle this earth.
To not repeat human history
Start from scratch, rid every sound.
Deconstruct, deconstruct
this feeling I feel
I just wanna run out all day for you
And breathe for you at least
I'm so into your rich history
Tell me a story and take me away
2pac
Εχω πειραξει το saxo κι ο γερος κλαιει με την καταντια μου
Φοβαται μη στουκαρω ενω χτυπιεμαι στα κομματια μου
Μαν δε θα πεθανω αν δεν τελειωσω με το
Chorus:
Ourland is my land
Her history is calling me
From the shoes of another land
To ourland across the sea
Well I fancy a bomb inside my head
A mutinous enemy carved a nascent country
Sweat, blood, and valor
Forms the grit of our history
Bequeathed to everyone:
Chance and free
me in the streets, fuck the billboard charts
Molly in the bag, lean in my cup
Your main bitch on Facetime acting like a slut
2Pac shit, hit 'em up
All the world's great lovers have been glorified
History placed them in a romantic set
In between book covers they are side by side
But the real
nothing left to prove
Can you feel the weight on your chest?
Once again, once again
History repeats until we're dead
Once again, once again
History
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in
that's my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed
the side
Yes I know a thing or two
By silverfish imperetrix, whose incorrupted eye
Sees through the charms of doctors and their wives
By salamander,
He isn't much in the eyes of the world; He'll never make history.
No, he isn't much in the eyes of the world, But he is the world to me.
My
Revolt is heard
When they have
No other term
To negotiate price
Upon all our lives
Oppression deep
Like roots and trees
Has history
Written by the "free"
fucking insane
My jigga
We be balling
I'm too fly
I Cruise by
They recording
Feeling like 2pac in a Benz
So you can picture me rolling
It's All eyes on me
Morning to afternoons
I was influenced by 2pac and Biggie Smalls
Cause my bro would always blast their
Songs bump it through the walls
I would play ball
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