Lyrics:
the people
And treat them equal
Make us humble
'Cause only the meek will
Inherit the earth
And perish the dirt
Righteousness will cover the world
Chorus
From
Presidents, never irrelevant
Not a soul on earth would love me if I weren't me
No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see?
People that have me, yeah they
The answer has always been art
This hidden messages of all time
Were made by those who rhyme their spells
The hidden messages are in art that's on your walls
All of y'all people just mumble and fumbling bags
On tracks
I'm lapping a marathon not a sprint
I'll leave a hole, not a dent
Thought I want money
Y'all
the enemy
With great bolts of lightning He routed them
The seas' valleys they were exposed
The foundations of all the earth were laid bare
At the blast
didn't know all these people at the time, they was in the room, and I said, "Yo, Jay I could rap"
And I spit this rap that said, uh "I'm killin' y'all
you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your
to me, communicate
Decipher codes, the mothership is runnin' low
Planet Earth is all we know
Tryna telle difference in the scope
But it's kaleidoscope
even change
If I wanted, can't even put it on this page
All this pain, all this doubt, all these walls that I've built
All my life, all I've wanted
)
I'm complaining, you're complaining, we all are complaining
That the world needs to be a better place
People slaying, babies paying a debt that they
just like mothers do
From under your shoes I still carried you
Soon my body will burn into ashes and dust
And rain will turn all that glitter to rust
where people like to call it quits and just end it
That's by eliminating themselves, the shit is horrendous
And its largely, due to no one being attentive
That Place
Verse 1
Pacing back and forth in that hospital hall
No phone signal, I can not get a call
Ain't speak to doctors at all
My homie voice
Don’t got time for people that think shit is cuddly
Short with money
Boy is you a dummy
Do not care if you is falling short on rent
Do not care if your
motherfucker, tell these niggas we goin' hard
Real niggas do real things, but all many
Bitch-ass niggas gon' hate, that's all in 'em
Envy in us niggas, that's
are God in all the earth
[secupation]
psalms 126:1 says
when the Lord turn again the captivity of Zion,they were like them that dreamth and thier mouth
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular
That was my problem
I was in the dark room
Loud tunes, looking to make
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
of a ready writer
I only speak of things
Pertaining to my Jah and Kings
And of the life of Him
Of whom all things and I dwell and live in
He said blessed are
lines are gone out through all the earth and there served it up to the end of it
And there is nothing that is hidden from the heat thereof
The laws
fight this storm
This is the age of the new born
Indigo children of the unicorn
No Veda, no Surah, no Psalm
No Assalaam, all religion is gone
Mutate spawn
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
a psalm
In the silence that follows, the air around them
Suddenly seems quite full
One by one their ears perk up
They seem to hear a strange sound like
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
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