Lyrics:
a dig into a deep sound abyss
Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my
room for two
Can you remember trolleys passing by
Quiet streets leafy trees at twilight time
Vernon Green used to sing 'The Letter'
He lived down
in-depth
All thoughts I come across, my mind's the source
Made by the are, of course
Seven holes in my face as I'm lookin out my window
Speak
Yes, I love her like no other
Shout out to my brother, we rose up out that gutter
And shout out to my sister, I miss you, you know I love you
Shout
Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
Williams), Maharishi, DPMHI
Shout to Harley Bleckmen, Damien, and my big brother Nash Money Dollars
Alex, shout out to mag the over Slammin' Kicks, Dough
weight up with my hate and pay 'em back when I'm bigger
And still thuggin in this jail cell, missin' my block
Hearin brothers screamin' all night,
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
was made up
(Made up)
Asked around by myself, it feel better
(Better) told my niggas locked up
"This they letter" (Letter)
In my room should've took
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
I wrote you a letter
Read it when I'll be gone
Hope you won't get mad
I'm leaving by my own
I wrote you a letter
'cause I wasn't able to tell you
For
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
we
got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
[Chuck D:] Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo....
[x5]
[Chuck D:] "I got a letter from
It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's
heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryna keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned
brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand
I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on
While I'm on the john
If I had
All of my brothers some big hitters just like Barry Bonds
I'm stacking this paper like skyscrapers yea my money so tall
Got me pushing this work
cannot hear
But your iniquities have separated between you
And your God, my dear
My brother and your sins have hid his face from you
That he will not
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
When we walking down the river
Summer breeze around my head
Barry and Duane the brothers
Lay there at rest near by
It's way down here
That's where
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by fifty two brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But
My DJ's mixin', and I'll do the quizzin'
'Cause who is number one if not best then better
Here's a hint: the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable,
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