Lyrics:
like a sinus, a Christian, a saint
Blessed by The Most High
Who give and Who take
And I know this, I bow down and
Give Him some thanks
I'm a sinner, He
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
Try to practice this breathing meditation every day, for five, ten or even twenty minutes.
Feel free to meditate for even longer periods, if you feel
the bet on
Im better then all
I dont need a hand out
Boutta make it any minute now
Going in and out
Call it hit not foul
Im ahead by a mile
On my way map
It was like two nights ago
Saw you with him, shit I was in the cold (halo!)
Wouldn't wanna say shit, don't know how to cope
Yeah, yeah, that's just
five seconds flat, no stops
Stuck on the other side, and I miss it, give it props
In the rear view mirror I see time slow down
The type of place that
Big city Europa, July of '64, it's 5 A.M.
Weather blowing bitter off the Baltic
Car slows beside him as he walks
Hubcaps slow revolution
gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all
The king the king the king has arrived they can't survive
By dropping you top six, make it cancel five
No chance of finding remains, just crash
with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably
could shoot a bullet in Los Angeles and hit him in the ass in Boston
Five minutes later, he'd be standing on the lawn
At the Kennedy compound going, "Ah
top is more closer to christenings
Throw up by navels No Boundaries the label
So no I can't stay hoe heart cold as a lake around Michigan
Army better
can't seem to eat, my tendencies are gripping my arteries
I can't keep my sanity, driven insane
Novocain slipping into my cold veins
Pouring myself down
stolen
I'm so driven like Ford Focus Ford Taurus
Watch them all marvel like its hulk growing
Still think you gifted ho ho then
That's an onomatopoeia
I
I wake, wipe the cold from my eyes
I got this clarity in mind, I know my time has arrived
I stayed my path, did my math, navigated through
on an elevated layer
Looking down cuz we really up
Eye dropped my broke man frames
Now all eye see is me
Not conceited or in need of needing
By scheming material
a beat to pieces
Leave deceased and Liam Neeson
We some Jesus freaks and he's the reason
The cold part of me depart from me
And now his blood is in my
concerned, he's my father cause my biological
Didn't bother
Biological father, left me in the cold, when a few months old
Aa father's child was greater
to let the canary out?
Will you be there when they're pulling bodies out?
There are strange things done under the gun by the men who mohel for coal
and a getaway spot
These are just a few of the
Things that I have not
I'm so stone-cold broke, you
Know it's no joke, I get
A embarrassing paycheck
Half pays
[Slimkid3]
Aiyo we got five minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..
[Bootie Brown/Frank
Up 2 Di Time, down to the minute
Some bwoy say dem a roll deep (fools)
Dem hol' deep (pain mi heart)
A me say down to the minute
Some bwoy say
Up 2 Di Time, down to the minute
Some bwoy say dem a roll deep (fools)
Dem hol' deep (pain mi heart)
A me say down to the minute
Some bwoy say
attack
Guard up in the smokescreenGoing five in the pocket for the dressing queenGiving in, give me all your sinI'm living for the minute going skin
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